COPPER ROSE

[pinchandash]

[ Look at how convenient these rooms appearing out of nothing are, looks like you’re alone!! Time to answer some questions. ]

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[supraliminally]

People don't usually walk on them, but I guess you have to.

[clocked_out]

Sorry.

Ok, so you're arms.

You said you're always arms but you're always normally yourself, too, right?

[supraliminally]

I'm all of the things in here. But yes. I am myself.

[clocked_out]

Not in here, I mean out of here.

[supraliminally]

I'm not all of the things out of here. Only the things in here.

[clocked_out]

I mean out THERE. You're usually you out THERE too, right?

[supraliminally]

I am myself wherever I am. Out there I am myself, and in here I am also myself.

You just don't see this part unless you're in it.

Like your stomach. You're your stomach all the time, but I can't see it unless I cut you open.

[clocked_out]

Ok lemme try this.

Is this happening because you are being too introspective? I was pretty fucked up when all I did was talk to myself, is that what's happening here.

[supraliminally]

No. This is literally happening. I am literally this place. I am literally an infinite black void full of disembodied arms and eyes, and also a cute girl. All of these things are actual things.

[clocked_out]

So we don't have to... do anything?

We just chill out being arms and cute girls and shit sort of until you feel like you want a shower back at Copper Rose or something?

[supraliminally]

Well.

You don't mind that, right?

[clocked_out]

No.

I'm not into being arms but I can be a cute girl, you got some toenail polish or what? I want to do this right.

[supraliminally]

You have made a joke.

[Smiles!]

Also, yes.

Yes I do.

[And suddenly she does! It's red. If you were going to give it a specific name, it would probably be Shameless Prostitute Red.]

[clocked_out]

[reading the name and cracking up]

Shit, girl, did you raid this from my personal stash or what?

[supraliminally]

No. However, it was the shade which most appropriately matched your coloring, and also shamelessness.

Remove your shoes.

[clocked_out]

Yeah, I need a polish that can keep up with my nefarious slut ways.

You sure you don't want to go first?

[taking them off, though]

[supraliminally]

I am using you as my test subject, to make sure the shade is good.

[Hopping off the throne to sit on the, er, floor. And grabbing at Dave's foot.]

[clocked_out]

[waggling his toes]

Just keep it on the nail. I'm a classy harlot, not one of those slop jobs.

[supraliminally]

My skill in toenail painting is unmatched. Your toes shall be the envy of all harlots.

[YES WE'RE PAINTING ALL UP IN THIS BITCH]

[clocked_out]

[Dave has a hard time being still but he keeps that one foot steady as a ROCK]

Dreams do motherfucking come true.

[supraliminally]

[Yes good work Dave, you are super good at being a cute girl and having your nails painted. Soon all of your toes are the sluttiest possible red.]

Yes. Now you are the cutest of girls.

[clocked_out]

Not after I slather this on your toes. C'mere. [pats his lap; foot here]

[supraliminally]

[YES DEPOSITS FOOT THERE]

This is true. However, even if it is only for a short time, you should be proud to be able to hold such a title.