⋅. ⌖ ᅟ ‍ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ‍ ⸜ᅟ

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Surprise me. ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Eh . . . Yeah, sure, why not? ❞

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|| : I was slightly misinformed about this, but Twit plans to remove all reply, quote, and likes data from showing on posts.

You can still interact, but you can't see each post's engagement stats.

|| : The age of social media being social may be coming to an end.

|| : We're about to see a huge influx of RPers if Twit decides to be stupid and remove replies.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Boy howdy does he love sweet tea. It's tea! That's actually sweet! None a' that stupid lightly-flavored grass shiitake. It builds character, it tastes amazing, and it teaches ya morals.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Playing with his jacket's zipper.

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|| : Got super busy this last week, my work keeps asking me to do overtime... Will get back to replies in a bit!

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Listen 'ere, partners. Some a' y'all act you ain't drank sweet tea and it shows.

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His arms uncoiled and fingers dropped with a casual swing to rest just above his revolver.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Target reticles spun slowly as the Ranger watched the uninvited guest with disguised apprehension. His gaze followed the other to the cord at his side.

❝ Never seen a link cable? Outdated as butter on bread, but it still gets the job done. ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Can't blame 'em too much. Nothin' beats some soft flesh. Yeah, it's carbon titanium! Strong, lightweight, an' real shiny when it's good an' polished up. ❞

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the shaded brim of his hat hid his black eyes as they swiveled to his unexpected company.

❝ Howdy there, partner, ❞ he grinned, toothy and sly. Now this stranger didn't look like no IPC goon he'd seen before.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ The beauty of being an outlaw was the faces of people he ran into by chance. Fate had a wild sense of humor.

With a cord strung from an IPC terminal and connected to his hip, the cyborg had adopted a relaxed posture. Arms crossed with an ankle tucked behind the other,

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Aw it ain't the same. Robot parts don't turn heads as much as y'think, at least not in the way some skin would. ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ What!? Some people just gotta be shot! It's the gospel truth!

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ That don't sound to right ... Even I ain't showin' that much skin. Y'know, if'n I had any. ❞

He glanced down at his cybernetic body, on full display with his cropped jacket and dangerously-low ridden pants.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ What?

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Tch. No class at all these days. ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ His grin with a smile long, toothy and excited. Robin in booty shorts? Hell, Robin in a whole western getup? He'd die happy.

❝ Absolutely! Get'cha some booty shorts and one a' them button-up shirts y'can tie up in a bow, maybe a pair a' cowgirl boots . . . ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Lady you better put those things away a'fore you poke someone's eye out with'em. ❞

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|| : Well hell who will protect Robin from Boothill corruption now?

|| : I think everyone who interacts with my Boothill needs to know that he is a massive slut.

He MADE his body to look the way it does. And he wears clothing that would show SO MUCH SKIN (if he had any).

I also ship him with a lot of characters, so... wink wink.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ It was merely to emphasize his point, but had Robin wanted to fall into his arms, he would have gladly accepted her.

❝ A'course! Booty shorts an' cowboy boots an' chaps ... It's all in good fun. ❞

A soft chuckle.

❝ An' I gotta say, I'd love t' see you in booty shorts. ❞
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ The Interastral Country Music Day, a'course! ❞

He spread his arms wide and grinned as toothy as a shark.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ My parents use t' refer to me as their "spry young colt", so I guess yer not far off? ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Play Honky Tonk Badonkadonk next. ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Who's Colt? ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Doing a silly little pose with his hand on his out-jutting hip.

What a slut.

❝ It's an important day today, Robin. I gotta represent. ❞

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