"Do you just wake up in the morning and envision in your head who’s day you’re going to ruin for the day?" They paused, having a not totally heartless moment. "Where’re you heading? I’ll point you in the right direction."
"Definitely not. I obviously just compose some bad jokes, but today will be the official finale of that. I’m good, thanks. Sorry."
Though irriatated, Olive decided to try a different approach. Taking a deep breath, she looked up from her shoes to look them in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Theo.” The girl said quietly. “I’m ruining everything, and I’m sorry. Could we just start over?”
She knew it was in all likelihood a long shot, but she couldn’t help but wish her apology would work. She really had missed them so much… “Do you have a place to stay?”
There were a couple moments of silence before Olive attempted to pick up the conversation again. Shrugging and waving off the fault she’d taken, they didn’t say anything but, “Yeah.”
Confused a little at her question, they immediately began to dread if this was an offer for them to have a place with her.
Though they’d forgiving what had just happened, things weren’t the same. “No,” Theo replied blankly looking at the ground. “I just woke up.”
"I could have dealt with the original, but then again — Jason Biggs was in both. Slay me right?” — “At least my last concert wasn’t bad. Small band, but not too shabby.”
"Jason Biggs makes me want to hurl, so on with the slaying, yeah." "I can’t even remember the last person I saw… I lived in a colder version of this tow — Oh, no. Interpol. That was years ago, though.”
"You know what’s the worst last movie to see in the period of your existence? American Pie 2. I am fucking cursed with that atrocity staining my mind till this day.”
That’s actually really fucking awful, I’m so sorry. I thought The Brady Bunch movie was the worst case scenario, but boy was I wrong.
Huh. Guess I just never met someone with that kinda deal before, it’s pretty cool. … Whoa, you don’t believe me? Son— child, if there’s one thing I don’t joke about, it’s free shit. And the fact that there’s free shit, like, literally everywhere.
Alright, okay. I’ll take your word for it. Though I’m hoping this isn’t mean that everything’s super mediocre due to it costing nothing. Are you always this hyper?
"Do you normally just stand in the middle of the sidewalk like that, or is today a special circumstance since I’m running late?"
"Both. Especially for you today, since you’re late. But actually no, I’m just lost. Sorry," the taller person said, moving out of the way.
Hey, I liked Charlie! He had ambition, you know?
Oh, sorry I mentioned it then. I’m sure you’ll be fine, this place really isn’t that bad. In a few months I’ll have been here for four years. Crazy how time flies when you’re dead.
Indeed he did.
Yeah, I hope so. Wow that’s… A while. What do you even do after you die, though?
You don’t—? Aw shitty, I just assumed, like— I mean, my bad, dude. Thank god you’re cool with that though, ‘cause dude/man definitely take up 90% of my vocab at least. But ya duh, free cigs; free everything. Money don’t mean shit here, it’s rad.
S’cool, seriously. Not really — Well it is a common thing but not common enough for people to know, so. And hey that’s okay too, same here. But I’ve gotta ask. Is this free everything another one of your laughs, because this one definitely wouldn’t be funny.
"I’m not daft, Theo! Obviously you didn’t do it for me, I’m not stupid. Fine, draw conclusions for me, why don’t you?” Olive snapped, her tears starting to fade away and frustration quickly bubbling up to replace them.
She saw them shove their hand in their pocket, the hand they surely mutilated earlier that day that made them end up in Disgraceland in the first place. “I’m not expecting you to do anything.”
"I’m not saying you’re stu — Forget it Olive,” Theo murmured, not having to say anything anymore. She wasn’t getting it, but neither were they. The argument had no sense of solution, and Theo had no ideas on how to give it one either. They also had no idea where they were, so walking away wasn’t an option.
Right, right. Welcome to Disgraceland, anyway. Not quite hell but it’s pretty close if you’re pessimistic enough.
I am quite the pessimist, so this should be interesting. Thanks anyways.
Uh - Right. Introductions and manners. I’m Theo. [sticks out hand]