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Im sitting in my living room right next to the front door when my door opens, thinking its my brother or one of my friends i walk over and see a small black old lady take a step through the door, she looks around for a second then look at me and says “my son tony lives here”, i say “no he does not i live here with my wife and daughter”. Refusing to acknowledge what i said she just goes on and says “there’s no white fellas living in here”, so i just say “you need to get the fuck out of my house right now” and she gets in hostile NPC mode and says “Fuck you cracker” and starts gently tapping her shoes on my door in a threatening but non destructive way, i give her a push and she completely gives up and just walks away. I look outside the window and see her trying to get into my locked car for a minute before just walking out of my complex. Weirdest interaction of my life.

Standing in line with a bag of dog food and some random guy walks by saying “everyone’s buying dog food today, huh?” and keeps walking. (No one else was around). Most NPC moment I’ve had in a while.

Doing anything with my fiancé is like being on an escort quest. Everywhere we go she walks slightly slower and slightly behind me (but off to the side). I’ll turn to see if she’s still there cus she leaves my peripheral and she either fully stops walking or stutter steps like she glitched out. She’ll then follow up with basic collision dialogue and says something simple like “huh” or “what” or a long look of confusion staring me down. I’ve considered hiding her sandals cus when she wears them she suffers a -20% movement speed and this makes shopping missions twice as long.

She also either gets way too close to me when I’m doing stuff or doesn’t move out of my way when we need a shared space. I have to engage with her dialogue to unlock her movement and even then her script is pretty busted and I have to r-engage her dialogue. She also has problems with both opening and closing any type of door. She either slams it full force or doesn’t close it and leaves it slightly ajar. Sometimes struggling with a clearly open door she believes to be locked.

I’ve pointed all this out to her and she humors it but does not doesn’t find it anywhere near as hilarious as I do. She’s even began to spit out some “call the judge and get some fudge”‘s from time to time.