"Oh man I'm so late! This isn't good this isn't good!" Vesst turned a corner using a pole to keep himself from falling over as he made a sharp turn, as he brought his eyes back up he slammed into Robbie. "Nnh! S-sorry!"
Robbie stumbled backwards, crying out and sending a venomous glare at the person who had ran into him. He gathered his bearings and adjusted hi hoodie rather aggressively.
"Watch where the hell you’re going!"
(more lisa frank): well ok enough shouting. i do not know how to communicate my feelings like a grownup and elect to do it this way because i'm so afraid of outright rejection... i likely have made things so much worse for myself in that regard. sorry. sorry. PS: don't worry about being hurt please don't worry. i'm pathetic and harmless and sad. i'm just sad.
It only took a flash of the bright paper out of the corner of his eye for Robbie to pick it up, a little fast for the look of complete apathy on his face. He may or may not be pretty excited about these notes coming back. They were entertaining, and, not going to lie, a bit of an ego boost. He scanned the note before tucking it in safely with the others.
"Yeah. Yeah I get the anxiety about just coming out and talking. It sucks."
The raven walked over to lean against a tree, enjoying the feeling of his muscles stretching.
"Look, I’m not actually scared you’re going to hurt me. One, I’m pretty sure I can run faster than most people. Two, you don’t seem the type. And I’m not pissed at you or anything either. The notes are fun. They keep me from getting bored. But just know I’m probably more likely to actually be interested in you as more than some sort of irl 1960s text-based game if you talk to me face to face."
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(lisa frank unicorn stationery): YEAH OK GO WITH "STALKER" I GUESS BECAUSE "SECRET ADMIRER" IS FAR TOO KIND FOR A GLITTERY, SYRUP-SOAKED ABOMINATION SUCH AS MYSELF.
Yep. There’s another one. When Robbie picked this one up, he blinked twice, actually a little surprised at the almost hostile tone of the newest note. He folded it carefully, placing it in his pocket next to the other one, running a hand through his hair. He spoke almost apologetically, glazed over with a veneer of apathy.
"Hey, I’m just gonna go with the safer assumption. After all, you are apparently around to hear whatever the hell I say in response to these. Don’t want to get lured into being murdered or some shit. It’s pretty stalker-like, whoever you are, though I know you’re a secret admirer, too. They aren’t mutually exclusive."
(note on the back of a Walgreens receipt for three bottles of nail polish and a tube of sugar cookie dough): STILL CRUSHING. STILL WEIRD.
Robbie glances down, doing a double-take at the appearance of another note. It had been so long since the last one. What the hell was another doing here? He picked it up, yanking on the ends of the receipt to straighten it out.
"…Seriously? Maybe I do have a stalker."
The teen only halfheartedly glanced around, well aware at this point that he wouldn’t be getting even a glace at his stalker/secret admirer.
”Zombies?” Wendy stared at her ex-boyfriend in wide-eyed horror, unable to believe what she was hearing. He didn’t…he couldn’t have….right? She knew she was still a little resentful about the whole brainwashing incident, but he was still her friend. And Wendy was dead loyal to her friends to a fault.
She was at his side with a protective arm around his shoulders in an instant, careful not to get in the way of his vomit. “Dude, c’mon. Let’s go to my place and get you cleaned up, yeah? And then you can tell me everything, man.”
The teen continued to tremble under the other’s arm, a distressed noise strangling it’s way out of his throat. Robbie allowed Wendy to lead him, unable to even keep steady on his feet. The shock of everything seemed to be finally hitting him and it felt as though his leg muscles had turned to jelly and stone simultaneously.
"…I-I’m so fucking sorry, Wendy."
He stared down at his hands, unable to even rationalize how or why she was helping him at this point. He didn’t even know why she was the first person he had thought to go to. But he was so glad he did. Everything around him felt unreal except for the red head keeping him at a steady pace. Images of a man running, scared, flashed in his mind and Robbie had to restrain himself from getting sick all over again.