[[Aaaaalllllright so I'm set on scrapping the Parrot theory for now based on this; down to single Mailman with double send or two separate Mailmen. I can't really side with either because on one hand, I see a world where one Mailman decides to send messages with wildly different contents (for some reason ig maybe just tryna flaunt their existence in some way), but I could also see two different Mailmen being on two different wavelengths and sending completely different things, especially if they're on opposing teams. I don't know. It's a little hard to really say without knowing the full context of the messages (but for the love of god maybe don't reveal them yet I'm just saying kekw).
I think we've exhausted all available threads on that front for now, though. Voting wise, the only person really on my radar is Abra, mainly because Abra just never seizes to ping sus for me in the games I've played with them; that feeling now exacerbated by the fact that they immediately dug into a very harmless comment I made. So. Just a personal flag that really has nothing more than a gut feeling fueled by previous experience, so as of this moment, unless something else DAMNING comes to light, I am currently leaning toward abstaining a vote because I have nothing more to offer at the moment kekwkekwkekw.]]
Dorien laughed out loud. "Guarantee this whole outfit is worth more than your entire existence." He momentarily beamed at the mention of 'girlfriend,' and his smile grew a little woozy as he leaned his cheek against his palm. "And no, but she does have good taste," he sighed dreamily.
He must have been lost in thinking about his lovely lady for a while. That tended to happen often, even when he hadn't taken any Lust. He supposed it couldn't be helped, because he just loved her so damn much.
Of course, all good things had to come to an end. He was rudely pulled from his thoughts by a sharp pain traveling up the side of his face, followed by the feeling of his head snapping to the side with the force of whatever had hit him. Because that's what had happened, yes. He'd been punched.
Despite Archie definitely having a bit of height and (seemingly) weight over him, Dorien didn't fall. He only lightly stumbled. As the welt from Archie's meaty ass knuckles began to take shape on his cheek, he blinked slowly, trying to ward off the shock. A metallic taste coated his tongue, and that was enough to somewhat snap him from that almost catatonic state. He parted his lips, allowing some of the blood to drip onto his fingers, which he then examined closely.
"Huh," he breathed. "I see."
The demeanor change was instant. Whatever humanlike warmth he had to offer just moments before was snuffed out, leaving behind a cold feeling that felt almost...eerie. His face became expressionless, and the void light vacated his eyes.
In a single fluid motion, he balled that bloody hand into a fist and sent it flying into Archie's nose with a WHACK to match the volume of the hit he'd been given.
"I suppose you were warned."
. Iiiiiif something pops up, then I'll be all for voting, but for now it looks like things are cruising towards an abstain.]]
