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[Here's a familiar face, to those who have been Numbered for awhile and perhaps even those who haven't.]

Why hello. I've missed your lovely faces.

A lot of you know me already, but I'm Lazarus Lawliet. The real one. That's me.

I'm looking to compile a useful database of relevant information on all of us, something that we can share freely and without outmoded hangups or hesitation. Let's be progressive about it.

If you send me your name, a photograph or other still image from the front and the side, your age, your profession, and your credit card information, I'll repay you by writing you a personalized piece of short fiction, starring you, in the wildly popular theme of dinosaur erotica. You pick the dinosaur, and I'll make the magic happen without shame or fear.

Your dark desires are very interesting to me. Especially yours, C.S. You know who you are.

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[She can absolutely count on Raye. Totally.

She's totally coughing in disgust at this, there's no other alternative reason for it. Oh god, the ass line, that was the beginning of the end.]

I don't knooooow, uuugh....

[Just... she's going to bury her face in Raye's shoulder now. The horror can no longer be witnessed. Her voice still comes out distraught, if muffled.]

This has to be like the worst echo ever...

[Oh, thank God! ... That was the thought that crossed Raye's mind as Rakka buried her face in her shoulder. At least now she wouldn't see the stupid grin that's broken across her face a little as she read on. Ah, dangit, the shoe cannibalism marked the end of it. She's almost disappointed. That's probably for the best, actually... if this went on too much further, she might really bust out laughing.]

Okay, it's over now. I'm not gonna let anymore jerks write stuff like this to you. [She turns toward Rakka, wrapping her arms around her and stroking her hair with one hand while... scrolling through the story again with the other, looking at it over her shoulder. Haha! Shit, this is a riot. She's almost tempted to put in a request for a sequel. Almost. She might if the guy writing it wasn't a total scumbag creep.]

Wait, did reading that junk seriously give you an Echo?

[It's wonderful that someone is enjoying this horror. ....That is, to say, Raye should consider herself lucky that Rakka can't see that dumb grin on her face as she continues to scroll through the odd tale of Rakka and a shoe-loving dinosaur. Please try not to laugh, for her?]

....Kind of? [Sniffle sniffle. Rakka nod slowly, face still pressed against Raye's shoulder, because letting Raye see her teary, red face was not high on Rakka's to-do list.]

...Promise you won't laugh?

[She can't help it! The mental image of a sobbing dinosaur chowing down on a shoe is too good to resist. Plus, she didn't think Rakka was this delicate, getting all worked up over some dumb story. As much as she hates seeing her cry... it's a little cute at the same time. Even if she is kind of puffy and red-eyed right now.]

Sure. [Sensing something more important is coming, she lowers the phone for now and turns her attention to Rakka, wrapping her arm a little tighter around her. Cute or not, she still wants to make her feel better.] Cross my heart and everything.

[It's not that Rakka is so delicate that a simple tale of dinosaur cannibalism would get to her, but rather, being publicly embarrassed with this in front of the whole network was a rather big amount of it. The other part....

There's a slow pause, unsure of what to really do, Rakka just keeps her face hidden for the moment. Her arms stay wrapped around Raye's midsection, tightening just a little. She breathes in, and out.]

..... It reminds me of when I wrote fanfiction when I was fourteen.

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[Well, yeah, there might be that as a factor as well... but then Raye's something of a challenge to embarrass. She'd never had much shame to start with, obnoxious jerk that she is and the rest had gone away fighting with Senketsu.

But not everybody can be as invulnerable as she is. So she waits for Rakka to work up what she needs to say.

And then there's another pause. Because she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting but keeping her promise is suddenly especially challenging.]

... When you what?

....I used to write fanfiction.

[Yup. And Rakka was treating it like the second worst secret she's ever told Raye before. Sure, it's a little silly, but Rakka felt like she had to say it anyways.

...It's incredibly silly, honestly. God, why did she say this. She's still not going to show her face, but at least it was only Raye here.]

It was horrible, too...

[Oh no. Oh no.

Oh no, Rakka, you beautiful, precious adorable total nerd.

Raye really doesn't want to laugh. Especially not now when Rakka would undoubtedly take it as being laughed at but it's difficult. Nearly impossible to keep the faint hint of amusement out of her voice when she speaks up again.]

R-really? ... What kind?

[She is the biggest nerd. What? You're only realizing this now?

Raye hasn't laughed yet, and that was enough for Rakka. Although... the next question brought about a very quiet pause.]

...W-well, you know... s-shippy stuff.

[Oh, she realized it awhile ago. Apparently she just hadn't fully realized how deep the rabbit hole goes though.

Fortunately, spending so much of the past year or so hanging out with other giant nerds means she's picked up a few terms so "shippy" isn't totally lost on her.]

Shippy, huh? [This time she grins and bit and leans back a little, reaching up to brush a little of Rakka's staticy hair away from her face in an attempt to actually see it.] Rakka, were you writing porn?

[The advantages of having a variety of friends that were huge nerds were often not immediately apparent. And Rakka had spent more time on the computer growing up then she would probably like to admit.

Some of that hair being brushed aside would reveal the color red - buuuut, it's Raye's question that finally gets Rakka to pull away and face her, revealing that she's more then flustered by it.]

No way! My stuff is n-nothing like... that!

[....But maybe a little like it, in terms of flowery prose, and the melodramatic romance scenes.... but not the shoe eating.]

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[She isn't alone there, although they likely frequented very different online circles. With Raye being much more of the hyperviolent FPS player than the fanfiction writer and reader.]

"Is", huh? [With Rakka's face finally out of her she leans back and reaches up to wipe some of those tears away with her thumb.] So, you're still writing it?

[Two sides of a somewhat similar coin, though Rakka was more then content to sit back and watch Raye tear through those FPS without her.

Sniffle sniffle. That last question hits home and she pauses, eyes widening, which should probably be answer enough. Reflexively, she brushed some static-charged hair back.]

Uhh, well... maybe?

[And that is just fine with her. That's always more fun with an audience.

Still, at Rakka's confession, she can't help but grin a little wider, and let a small, fond laugh out.]

Heh. So, that's what you're doing when you're up all night typin', huh?

[She always jumps at the big explosion. They're awesome, though.]

I guess I can't try to hide it now... can I?

[a small, sheepish laugh. The cat is about as out of the bag as it can get.]

[Well, Rakka's laughing, that means it's okay to do the same now, right? Well, either way, Raye snorts out a small laugh of her own and reaches out to ruffle up Rakka's staticy hair a little.]

It's a good thing you're so cute, because you are such a dork.

Uhh.... thanks?

[Nnngh. She's just... going to put her face in Raye's chest again. Today has been a day.]

I really am a huge dork....

[Okay, Raye can't help but laugh a little as Rakka dives into her chest again. Now she feels a little bad for poking fun and shakes her head a bit and runs a hand through her hair.]

Hey, c'mon, I'm just teasing. You're super awesome badass and we both know it, so you can do whatever you want and it's totally cool.

[From within Raye's chest, comes this muffled reply.]

Thanks, Raye. I know you always care about me.

[Apparently that's the safest place to be. There's no bad fanfiction to get her there, that's for sure. She won't complain, just settle back a little with her arms lightly around Rakka. She tilts her head a bit, and her voice is a little bit playful when she speaks.]

Do you want me to go find this guy and beat him up for you? [... Playful, maybe, but she'll do it if Rakka says the word.]

[It's a nice place, down there. Soft, pretty warm. Probably wont find any fanfiction down here, nope. Rakka's pretty safe down here, all things considered.

It's a long beat before she replies.]

Maybe... but not too much, okay?

[Well, she's free to stay there as long as she wants. She'll be safe from the fanfics. At least until she feels better.]

Just beat him up a little. You got it.

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