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[survivalthroughhate]

"This is Maul. State your business."

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[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul gets a few last chuckles in before his laughter fades into pure amusement.]

Now, now. The loth-cat is already out of the bag, so you might as well listen. Yes, I find the situation amusing, but that doesn't make my advice any less valid. Are you a man or a mouse? Show yourself to be brave and he'll be more impressed than if you tip-toe around the issue.

[glitchinthesystem]

[ Ugh, no he hates all of this especially with how he phrases it. If anything it's only more uncomfortable. ]

There's being brave and then there's being fucking creepy. Which smashing faces with a guy without asking seems pretty creepy.

So, go screw yourself?

[survivalthroughhate]

Some might find it romantic.

[Maul's voice turn contemptuous.]

But fine. You are a mouse then. In that case, just ask him outright. "I like you. Do you want to go on a date with me?" See? Not so difficult.

[This coming from the guy who had trouble asking out Reaper on a date to the movies. Perhaps not the bet person in the world to listen to advice fro.]

[glitchinthesystem]

[ Guess what Maul? You're getting a huge middle finger at that comment of being a mouse. ]

Go fuck yourself.
[ and he clicks off...though he may just be taking the second part of the advice since...okay the just asking Hunk out isn't so bad.

BUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE. ]