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"Ouch, my non-existent feelings." Autumn pouted and feigned being stabbed. If only it was true, then Torn's ears wouldn't hurt so much. "Actually, no," she then answered his question and ran her finger on Torn's chest. His body stiffened immediately and his eyes narrowed into a scowl. "Secondly, mmm... None of your business. As for shopping." Oh fuck, she was touching his face. "Who needs cloths? Not you, and definitely not me. Nudity is charity. And lastly-" Suddenly, her smile disappeared and in a swift move she stepped away from him. "I don't molest children." Her expression told him that his words went past that thick and obnoxious personality of hers and straight to her heart. If anything, Torn felt triumphant He couldn't enjoy it for much longer though because she turned around the next second. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes still on the now calmer woman.

"Ye do realise, lady, that you're assuming that this game were made with the ability to have sex in mind. Virtual reality or no, I don't think they woulda programmed that in." Oh, that other woman. He forgot about her.

"That's a little unfortunate, isn't it? We might die without having sex for a week." It seemed she was the only one that might die of it. Oh, Torn hoped that day would come quicker than later. Her fingers took hold of the pendant around her neck and her eyes shut, hiding the emerald stones from his view. Suddenly, she started glowing. Like, no shit, she was fucking glowing. Torn wasn't sure whether to attack her or to run but his body stayed frozen in place instead. His eyebrows scrunched together as the light faded to show her in a new outfit — one that seemed to show off her legs. Hell, at least she wasn't wearing heels anymore. "Think avatars sweat?" The question wasn't directed at no one, so Torn simply glared at her as she began to stretch. His gaze found itself leaving her face and lowering down her shoulders, around the curves, and down to - Wait. What the fuck was he doing? Torn angry shook his head to get whatever glitch he had found himself in.

Torn had been around a lot of, and he's biting his tongue as he thinks this, pretty ladies before. He wasn't that surprised by how — again, he found his head aching as he admitted this — hot Autumn was. Sure, it caught him off guard seeing someone with a face like hers in a video game but other than that, it wasn't something he wasn't used to. He had been surrounded by dumb girls all his life who were nothing but fake. It was when it came to the touching and teasing that Torn can't stand. Really, ain't nobody got time for that shit.

"And you," Autumn appeared back in Torn's eye sight. Crap, she's back. The smile sent his way caused his jaw to clench as an uncomfortable feeling hit him. Again. Fuck. As she tapped his nose and he cursed her entire being, she continued, "Are forgiven."

She stepped back and took out her map, concentration taking over her face. "We should go," she said, and Torn couldn't help but scoff. "Well, I'll spare you the pleasure of my company. It was nice meeting you. Farewell." Autumn turned away. "And take care," she added, this time, in a softer voice. Torn's eyebrow twitched as he rolled his eyes and turned around.

"What fucking ever," he growled and began walking. This was the worst game he's ever played. Everyone here sucked and only pissed him off. It was practically like he was with actual people and that was something Torn wasn't used to. All humans cared about was money, wealth, popularity. All Torn had wanted was to have someone to talk to, to joke around with, to be around. His money always got in the way though and even when he got over the fact that money was more likable than him, once someone spent more time around Torn and realized how his personality was, the money just wasn't enough for them. Ever since that point, Torn became anti-social. It wasn't hard, really. All he had to do was snap at someone or tell the truth and they would either get angry or hurt — either way, they hated him.

For some reason, the image of Autumn came to mind. Her expression as she responded to what he had snapped at her, her good bye, her voice. "Ah." Torn's footsteps came to a halt and after a pause, he turned around. He was crazy, he had to be. That was his only excuse for his idiotic actions. It didn't take long for him to catch up to her. God, if she was that slow, she just might as well just wear those stupid heels. When he got besides her, he spoke, or more specifically, snapped. "Don't fucking say anything. I'm just listening what the twerp from before said about being better off in teams, and you're fucking the worst and I'm the best so just think about it as a stupid favor. Nothing else. And there are going to be rules, first of all, no fucking touching. None. Second of all, no cat references. They're stupid and make you look stupider. Third of all, just don't fucking die." Through his rant that was more of an excuse to keep his mind sane, his head was turn the opposite direction of hers to keep her from noticing how red his face had gotten.