RNG SHIPPING MEME

[singingterror]

Blame plurk.

THE RNG SHIPPING MEME

Rules are simple! Post a numbered list of your characters here at the VDR, then use the Random Number Generator to randomly pick from your list and reply to other people's lists. They do the same to chose who to respond with from theirs. For example:

Persons A and B post up their lists of characters. Player A rolls a random character from A's list to tag Player B, who rolls a random character from B's list to reply with. They thread with these two characters.

The two characters you roll are now in a relationship. Put all the characters you have into your list; more random the better. Re-rolls are not allowed, but multiple threads are. Have fun!

Comments

[badbye]

Heh heh... you seem nervous.

[it's hard to tell if he just made the extra effort to peer at len, or if he's just slouching even worse than he usually is] Don't tell me you're disturbed by an ordinary high school student?

[unfeelen]

...

1... D1dn't 5ay 1'm d15turbed.

[badbye]

Nor do you deny it.

[unfeelen]

...

[shit]

[badbye]

[just smirks]

So, what exactly is so disturbing about me?

[unfeelen]

[THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE WORST BLIND DATE EVER]

N-- n0th1ng! N0th1ng 15!

[badbye]

Is it the knife? The uniform? The pretentious literature?

[making more than a little fun of him now] Oh, perhaps I need to comb my hair. I'd forgotten how important appearances were.

[unfeelen]

...Y d0 u have a kn1fe?!

[badbye]

I thought that was common knowledge by now?

[reaches into his pocket and pulls out the boxcutter knife, turning it over in his hands expertly] Well, you can imagine. “How often do I lull my seething blood to rest..." — and so on and so forth.

[unfeelen]

1 d0n't get 0ut much.

...D0 u mean what 1 th1nk u mean?

[badbye]

[quirks a brow with a lopsided smile]

I don't know; what do you think I mean?

[unfeelen]

That u u5e 1t 0n ur5elf.

[badbye]

[pauses — but then exaggerates the pause, draws it out so long that it seems precise and deliberate]

Well, I don't make personal information public knowledge. I don't make it private knowledge, either. You could say my life is — unpublic. Unprivate. Whichever of the two you prefer.

[unfeelen]

N0w ur ju5t talk1ng 1n c1rcle5. Y br1ng up the kn1fe 1f u d0n't want 2 talk ab0ut 1t?

[badbye]

[hesitates again, and this time his expression falters; he looks a fraction of the boy he used to be]

I-I don't know. I'm not sure what I was expecting.

[unfeelen]

...

[oh, this suddenly got a little awkward. what's this feeling? not concern!]

....Help?

[t-- trying to sound as non-chalant as possible]

[badbye]

[shrugs] Who can say?

Perhaps I'm just another of society's dregs, desperately seeking attention. I wouldn't consider myself very worth of help then.

[unfeelen]

U 5h0uld kn0w 4 5ure y u r d01ng 1t.


Even 1f 1t'5 4 attent10n...

...That'5 n0t bad.

fml worthy*

[badbye]

Really? I know a number of people who disagree.

[defensively buttoning his wrist cuffs tight, fixing up the pristine collar of his shirt] At any rate, I know why I'm doing it. In a sense. A roundabout manner of speaking. Sort of.

Pffft

[unfeelen]

> U care what they th1nk?

...Well, then?

[badbye]

[smiles sweetly]

I only care about what you think, dearest.

[unfeelen]

!!!

[afhfldj NOT THE EXPECTED RESPONSE

not blushing either!]

[badbye]

[YANDERE + TSUNDERE? ONLY TIME WILL TELL]

Hee hee.

[unfeelen]

[FML]

1t'5... 1t'5 n0t funny...!

[badbye]

[just continues serenely trolling len]

So I suppose now is a bad time to tell you that your response is cute?