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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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[swatsflies]

Yeah, them. They spoke to me on the obituaries. [ Which is still weird tbh. It's weird seeing other names and those messages there for him. ]

Oh! I met my friend friend on there. [ He smiles softly as he says this. ] Her name is Ecks. [ He made a friend though! ]

[rattlingthestars]

Kind of a weird feeling, huh?

[ Being on the obituaries, he means. ]

Ecks is one of your friends, yeah. She's pretty cool. You've got more than that though.

[swatsflies]

Yeah, it is. A lot of this is pretty weird.

[ Like there being people and the boyfriend... ]

Not that it's bad. Really surprising but in a good way. Didn't think I would ever get the chance to date someone.

[ Cause something something, his life is dangerous? ]

[rattlingthestars]

[rattlingthestars]

Really don't get how you'd think that.

[ Because Zell is smart and funny and nice on top of being really, really nice to look at, in Jim's obviously expert opinion. ]

Bet there are loads of girls back home that wanted a chance even before you saved the world.

[swatsflies]

Bwuh? Me? Having loads of girls at home?

[ It sounds fake. And then his face drops from shocked to srs. Then he'll give a smile with a touch of sadness lurking there. ]

I can't tell you if there was or not. But thanks. You're a good person, Jim. [ Now he'll give an actual smile. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim hopes his face isn't as hot as he feels. He rubs at it anyway, hiding it for a moment before shaking his head. ]

Not that good a person. I'm glad you didn't know about any of 'em.