on, well, everything. (stop me if you've heard this one before.)

[sleuthtastic]

We used to be friends.

A long, long time ago.

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[wracked]

And I think that's just beautiful.

[sleuthtastic]

Ah, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Do I wait for you to grow facial hair and slam-dunk to win the honor of being my date for prom?

[wracked]

Were I you, I wouldn't go putting any bets on that second option for a few years. This isn't How Stiles Got His Groove Back, okay? The closest this guy is getting to a slam-dunk is a wadded up report on Lincoln that just barely smacked the rim of my trash can.

Why is it when you say wrong side it all sounds so judgey?

[divert]

Maybe you could be again. Stranger things have happened.

stops u

[instinct]

Must have slipped my mind.

[sleuthtastic]

I have been told I possess a certain inflection that tickles the brains of wrongdoers.

[ That makes for being a good gossip girl. ]

[wracked]

Does this really look like the face of a wrongdoer? [ He circles his face with his pointer finger. ] Veronica Mars, you are truly a wounder of thine own ego.

[sleuthtastic]

And pigs could fly, and we could have a big, ugly building right in the middle of New York City that gets attacked by aliens.

unzips

[sleuthtastic]

Do you always look so persnickety?

[sleuthtastic]

Arr.

[ She raises her index finger and curls it in the shape of a, well, hook. ]

It's a time honored tradition that all children of law enforcement learn how to be scoundrels. We just avoid getting caught.

[divert]

I don't know about the pigs, ma'am, but the rest of it sounds pretty probable to me. It looks like you're moving in the right direction, anyhow.

bends over :c

[instinct]

What?

[sleuthtastic]

You could say I'm definitely a follower of instinct. And giant, world-changing catastrophes.

now i just gotta open this jar of mayo

[sleuthtastic]

No?

Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?

[divert]

If I may, that's putting it lightly. You're also a follower of cellular phone signals.

[ don't think he forgot. ]

[sleuthtastic]

You could say that, sure.

[ Aw, Steve. And nobody could ever forget you. ]

How's tricks, Steve?

[wracked]

You know, I think I read this somewhere. "We solemnly swear that we're up to no good". Kind of a life-long vow there. Pretty big deal.

[sleuthtastic]

Does this mean I get to turn into a bird? Cause I did not get that memo.

[divert]

[ oh, good, you dropped the "barnhouse" part. but his lips quirk, just a little. ]

Things are all right. Never a dull moment. How's Willie?

[instinct]

I don't look persnickety.

[sleuthtastic]

Pining away, waiting for that special someone to call.

[ Outwardly. Internally, well. She's really good at monologuing. ]

But you know how it is. Timezones to climb, special things to do.

[sleuthtastic]

[ She makes a teeny gap between forefinger and thumb. ]

Like, this much. Everything else is grr, argh.

[instinct]

This is just my face.

[sleuthtastic]

And what a fine face it is, long-time friend.

[divert]

Not too badly, I hope. He's too good a fish to pine for too long.

[ a shake of his head and a small laugh. but what about their buddy cop movie. ]

And how are you? It's been awhile, like you said.