muse is amused

[nonscriptum]

Look, I get it. I'm cute as Hell, deadlier than- ...something...that is very deadly. Last time I checked, though, you got a whole bunch of stuff goin' on right now. And, y'know, relationships...take it from me, they're a mess of trouble.

I'll 'hang out', sure, just don't get me stuck in a jungle. Or desert. Again.

[THE HORROR.]

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[treasurephilia]

I can't believe I'm talking to myself--literally.




Word of advice: [through gritted teeth] Run. While. You. Still. Can.

[nonscriptum]

Could be worse, right?

[Famous last words.]

'Least I'm a handsome bastard.

[treasurephilia]

...Are you hitting on me? [Can he hit on himself?]

[nonscriptum]

[As James "Buffalo Bill" Gumb once said in Silence of the Lambs....."Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me."]

Can't a guy pay a compliment? To, uh...himself?

[treasurephilia]

[Not going to lie, he would probably fuck it. Him. Himself.] I guess I shouldn't turn down a compliment from myself.

Since, you know, you'd know best. Uh.... I'd know best?

[nonscriptum]

Eh.

[Nate shrugs. Semantics.]

How's tricks, anyway? I hear a whole lotta talk about 'games,' but uh - if you ask me, it doesn't sound like anything close to Monopoly. More like Russian Roulette.

[Which he played once, mind you. With actual Russians! But let's not talk about that.]

[treasurephilia]

If you think Shambhala and the Rub' al Khali was bad [You've been there already, right, self? RIGHT?], wait until you get stuck in one of these "games."

It won't be Candyland, that's for sure.