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Ashe's fingers clacked away at the keyboard of their laptop, writing a paragraph to argue with internet strangers as to why JD wasn't completely valid and how toned down the musical version of him is compared to the original version.
@goreboy
jd was Completely valid. heather was a Mega bitch and ram and Kurt were rapists, They all deserved what they Got.
@loser
my soul hurts with this improper capitalization.
If you're gonna capitalize, please do it properly goreboy.
and besides, they're teenagers, they can all change, though kurt and ram definitely need some outside discipline to help with thay.
that.
@goreboy
do you really Think theyre willing To change?
@goreboy
no response, did i Leave you defenseless?
We could always Continue somewhere else
@loser
?
They had no idea as to what the stranger meant by "somewhere else," though they could barely focus on that because it was mildly difficult to understand without a second read since the capitalization was atrocious.
As they were about to type another response to ask what the stranger meant by "somewhere else," their timer ran out, making it so they could not use their devices anymore.
Ronin sat leaned back, his hands behind his head as he waited for a response. After not getting one for about an hour, he thought it'd be fun to see where they lived, shits and giggles and whatnot. Seeing as they lived close by, he'd probably bump into them at the library, if they even went outside. He supposed he'd just have to wish bad luck upon them so that the two of them could meet eachother (and he could even add another aorta to his collection.)
After a night of dreaming about Purgatory, he got up to go to his mechanic day job, where he would hopefully not get harassed by people who thought he was hot.
As he walked to work, he bumped into someone, causing them to trip. In seconds, the person's knee was covered in blood, which he wouldn't care about as much if it wasn't a kid like a decade younger than him.
The aforementioned kid stood up and looked at their knee before saying "Damn." They soaked the blood up with their dark shirt, and used a finger to wipe some of the fresher droplets off before licking them off and wiping their on their pants.
"Shit, kid, you alright?" Ronin asked, the kid looking at him now.
They shrugged. "Could have been worse."
"Your knee is still bleeding a lot." He pointed at it.
"I could have cracked my head open and didn't, so it still could have been worse than a bloody knee."
Ronin rolled his eyes at this stubborn kid. "Just let me help, kid."
"I can handle it myself. Plus, stranger danger and all that sht. For all I know, you could be the Heartsick Angel! Or the Butcher!" They used their hands to emphasize their point, throwing their hands out to the side as they were led to a bench by Ronin, not fully processing it.
That forced a snort out of Ronin, since they just name him and his ex girlfriend-- not in that order though. Soon enough, the kid was sitting down on a bench, talking about stranger danger before making it about My Little Pony where they went on a rant about how gen five sucks ass, all while Ronin helps with their knee.
"So, kid, since you keep spouting shit about stranger danger and all that, what's your name? Since that'd make us less like strangers to each other." He sat next to them on the bench. He still had a bit to get to work, right? He could stay a while longer.
"Ashe. What's yours?" They sat like a frat boy.
"Ronin, but my friends call me the devil." He sat with his legs in that one position many men do that isn't crossing their legs, but almost is, with his ankle resting on his knee.
"I suppose I'll keep that in mind."