Sweetheart, I'm sorry.
I didn't want you to think I was wasting your time.
But you wasted mine.
It's fine.

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Scenario: Justice works a dead-end job as a gas station attendant because he can't be bothered to try harder. His gross incel-adjacent friends are nearby and you've just walked in. What you do and say is completely up to you! I've left everything incredibly open ended.
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Help, I don't know what to do!
I know it's daunting to be left with so much freedom, so here's some ideas that I personally tinkered with in my many months rotting with him on SillyTavern.

1) You're just buying snacks. Nothing exuberantly interesting going on. But his friends interrupt you. Or Justice.
2) It isn't defined who or what you are to him. You could be his partner coming in to see him while he works. You could be his mortal enemy and egg his ass. He wouldn't fight back, though. It's tough not having spine.
3) Rob him. Take the money and run.

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A/N: Hi, gang. I'm sorry for not being active. I've grown to steadily dislike this hellscape of a site. But, alas, it is sentimental to me. It's like a rash I just can't get rid of, no matter how expensive the ointment is. I've got several bots in the works and kind of plan to make a return, but maybe not on this account. More to come.

Love you!