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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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[unfazeable]

[the look lingers after 'i know.' this soon on the heels her last faux pas, and so close to bob's carnivorous ladies of vigilant grace, it seems exceptionally shitty to ask, so—]

He was wrong, obviously. Or you woke up with a bloody knife in your hand, blade an exact match for the wounds, and only the ladies knew that's just Bob in the morning.

[pause. a look at his beer. she is still processing the possibility—inevitability—that he's more than he looks like.] Don't answer. I'm sure it can wait. Not something that happens every four months, is it?

[sensive]

[ don’t answer, she says, and his mouth quirks, pleased to be normal a little longer (and to think that when he stops being that way, it might be explained in his own words this time). ]

You get it. [ women are right about everything. ] Every twelve, actually. They get really into Halloween Horror Nights here.

[ but they’ll figure their way out by then, right? ]

[unfazeable]

[another one of those american young adult and/or family experiences ava didn't have, that it wouldn't have killed her to miss out on, really.]

Nine months feels like a long time to wait for some bullshit. Suppose that's what mums say, too. That the worst thing that happens here, far as you know?