[It takes him a couple of minutes to respond, mostly because he can't figure out how to translate what in the actual fuck, Annie into emoji. Eventually, he settles for:]
[When she's done laughing and, despite herself, trying to talk ("BEAT's WIN YOUNG WOULD BEAVER WE EGGPLANT AVON WIFE BERYL ZORN. BID BURNED OFT WON") she takes off her beard and sits back down to resume.]
π₯Ί [She does her very, very best pleading expression]
β¨ [How to explain... she claps, bounces a little in her seat, feeling sort of like a trained seal but a very happy one.
There are hundreds of these things, but she curates them to try to give him a working vocabulary. Besides, there are some she couldn't begin to figure out how to pantomime, but at least none that would get him into trouble.]
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π€¦ββοΈ
π
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She looks around, finds a fuzzy sweater and ties it into a makeshift beard. She flexes her arms to show yup, big strong man. Much virile.
Then she takes the drawing of the eggplant and puts it in the appropriate place, with macho hip thrusting. That's what men do. She's seen it. Yup.]
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πΌπ©π«
πππ
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π₯Ί [She does her very, very best pleading expression]
β¨ [How to explain... she claps, bounces a little in her seat, feeling sort of like a trained seal but a very happy one.
There are hundreds of these things, but she curates them to try to give him a working vocabulary. Besides, there are some she couldn't begin to figure out how to pantomime, but at least none that would get him into trouble.]
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After a few minutes, he knows enough to start sending her some grateful πs and πs in return!]
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πΊπ©βπ«!
π π² π?
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[This shit is exhausting, Annie. And he's not quite in the gaming spirit yet, anyway.]
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[There is zero chance he'll remember this, but maybe she'll forget, too.]
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π π ?
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π€·ββοΈ
π΄π«π§
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π€ π΄
π€¨π€¨π€¨π€¨π€¨
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[That's his story, and he's sticking to it.]