Nero's done. He's just done. He's not coming back. RIP one-liner RP's innocence, page 1-17. I can't even third-person anymore. I can't even one-line anymore. I'm sorry I can't handle this. I just wanted a nice, family friendly chit-chat thread full of Bidoofs, Bidoofs everywhere and instead I got two people flirting and a couple of third wheelers. I didn't sign up for this. None of us signed up for this. RP was a mistake. I'm going back to solo writing. I'm going back to solo living. I'm gonna become a hermit, gonna leave civilization. If this is what the world's become, then I don't want to be a part of it. Goodbye everyone. Fate, take me. You own me now.
In another world, Nero overreacts, but in reality he just asks if sexytime is over yet.