>>6004925>>6004926>>6004930>>6005019>>6005021>>6005056>>6005069>>6005152You ask her what's on her shirt.
"Oh, it's this little cat thing. I don't really know what it is. I designed it myself, actually. Me and my old band used to sell T-shirts. Or, well, we sold t-shirts at ONE venue and could only afford to make like, ten." she laughs, "Three sold."
You ask her if anything is up with her dad.
"Up with him? What do you mean? I live with him, that's it. Shut up."
She seems to not really wanna talk about her father.
You admit that you were on the scene of the recent crime and that you actually witnessed it go down.
"Shit, really? No wonder you wanna write a song about it, seeing some shit like that has to stick with you,"
She looks away for a moment, seeming to contemplate saying something, before turning back to you.
"What does burning flesh smell like?"
You're taken aback by the question at first, but after a moment tell her. It's gross and... weirdly sweet.
"Yuck," she says with a small laugh, "I'm glad you got out of there okay."
You wonder why she'd ask something like that, but decide not to pry. You ask her what her favorite song is. She laughs.
"Jesus, you're a music guy, right? You should know how impossible that question is to answer. I suppose I'm a sucker for anything Moon Killancholy writes."
You know Moon Killancholy. It's this guy who writes these super melancholy and sad-sounding indie-folk tracks. The only thing about him is that all the lyrics are about graphic violence. Interesting.
RALPH'S ARRIVAL: 2 hours and 25 minutes
DAYS: 4
DAY TIMER: 21:25:00
>Flirt>Get to know her>Make a move>Something else (Time Depends) 