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[songwrite]

hey Veronica are u free on Friday??

[couldbebeautiful]

Yeah, of course. What do you need?

[songwrite]

we're having a party you should totally come
there will be free booze!!!

[songwrite]

we're doing another party! ur not busy this weekend are you??

[couldbebeautiful]

Nope, it's still the first week of school. There's not much to do just yet.

Want me to bring you guys anything?

[songwrite]

just yourself! [ABORT that was too cheesy... archie when will u get it together] uh i mean & a swimsuit it's gonna be a pool party this time so

plus we're ordering so much pizza

[action]

[reexamined]

[It's nearly about 3:30AM at this point, when Veronica gets a knock on her door. And then he comes in anyway, so like, what was the point of knocking??]

You really should be sleeping. Don't you have school tomorrow?

[What is he, her nanny??]

[action]

[couldbebeautiful]

[sleep is for the WEAK]

I did try. It didn't work out. [She'd tossed and turned for two hours before giving up on the whole venture, so now instead of sleeping she's lying in bed fucking around on her phone. She does set it aside and sit up straight, now.] I don't know about you, but I'd take the opportunity to wipe my memory of the past few minutes if I could.

[reexamined]

[Kaytu steps further into the room and takes to leaning against a nearby wall, as he tends to do.]

Cassian has told me to not wipe my own memory. It includes moments like this. I know I was being dramatic- this is hardly the worst thing I've heard or seen. I wouldn't actually do it, even if I hadn't been told not to. A memory is a memory, regardless of what it consists of.

[songwrite]

hey i know this is a little weird but like
u busy for thanksgiving?
reg & i are gonna do like the whole turkey thing and idk
with friends and stuff
it won't be cool like a party or anything but u know, if u want to come

[couldbebeautiful]

Not really. I can come by, I was just going to spend Thanksgiving watching TV anyway. This is a better use of my time.

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[bragnificent]

hey veronica
quick q like how dtf are u?

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[couldbebeautiful]

Quick q, what's dtf stand for?

[She's been here since before the school year started and she hasn't learned what it means, apparently.]

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[ghoulking]

[ once the week is over, Kaneki wants to make sure everyone is safe. He hasn't been home in a while and the coffee shop is a bit on hold, but he wants to make sure everyone else is alright ]

Veronica-chan, are you okay?

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[couldbebeautiful]

I think I actually died in that first nuclear strike, but other than that, yeah, for someone who got blown up because NASA thought a nuclear bomb attack was a meteor shower, I'm doing just fine.

[No she isn't.]

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[andtherevolution]

heyyy vee

were you at school this morning??

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[couldbebeautiful]

[About half an hour later:]

No, I slept in. I actually just woke up. Why?

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[bragnificent]

hey babe
u like concerts right?

[ Nailed it...... cool as a cucumber. ]

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[couldbebeautiful]

[uh what.]

As long as they're not some schmuck butchering Elvis Presley on the school stage, then yeah, I like concerts. Why?

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[bragnificent]

[ It's been about a month since the two of them have spoken, which has felt a little weird for Reggie-- almost as weird as it feels now, to consider breaking that silence.

Not a silence of bad terms, exactly, but rather a somewhat awkward one. Ever since asking her out on the 4th of July it's just felt natural and necessary to give each other a little space, considering what her answer had been. But even so, Reggie doesn't want to leave things like that. Especially not with everything that's happened since. ]

hey v
u wanna come over?

[ Casual as can be... ]

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[couldbebeautiful]

[It's been a really weird month for Veronica. She's been radio-silent the whole month since Reggie asked her out and she—well, panicked, essentially. Now she hasn't talked to him in a month, hasn't even reached out to anyone, and just getting his text makes her stop in her tracks and seriously consider maybe chucking her phone into a trash can.

She doesn't.

It's been a month, and some tiny part of her misses the company. And with everything that's happened—the Shimmer, the fake Pantheon—right now she just wants something normal. Something low-stakes.

She breathes out.]

Sure.

Want me to pick something up? I'm near a pizza place right now and I have money to burn.

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[bragnificent]

🌟 HEY 🌟
party @ my place friday night
come if ur: 1) a fan of fun & free booze
2) & pools & party games
starts at 8, stay til whenever
bring friends
hmu if u got questions

- r. mantle

[ This is a forwarded mass-text sent to a few other people as well because he's a monster like that for simplicity and efficiency's sake, but he'll still respond if texted back.

Oh, but Veronica gets a personalization: ]

😘 💙

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[couldbebeautiful]

Cute.

Hey, I have a question, is there going to be anchovy pizza at this party?

DROP-OFF.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie is going the old school route for his next Big Move; he leaves a mixtape in her mailbox, along with a cassette player in case she doesn't have one of those anymore, and a written note that reads: ]

It was either this or boombox under the window.
Think about it. ;)
Text me later.
- Reg

[voice]

[couldbebeautiful]

[It takes her thirteen songs, but Veronica decides not to text back.

She calls, instead.]

You included Eddie Money and Queen but you forgot the Runaways and Cyndi Lauper, what kind of prospective boyfriend are you? [Outside, there's the tinny voice of Freddie Mercury crooning can anybody find me somebody to love?] You're sure about this, Reggie? Because there is a lot you don't know about me and my damage.