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[powerballad]

So you're, like...pacing this? So you're not going nuts and trying to shove me anywhere...before you figure out...my parents or anything. Right? I'm all "yeah, woo, yeah", gung-ho is great, whatever. But--be thorough. Or try. We definitely know you can try.

...Sorry, was that mean?

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[brolociraptor]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

But seriously, it's good to see you. Galen totally misses you. Like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to -- [ Yeah okay he's totally quoting A Knight's Tale, it's the perfect opportunity. ]

[powerballad]

Stop, I can't remember the whole thing, how am I supposed to finish the quote, stop!

[Arm punch! Y'know one of those "playful" ones, it doesn't hurt, ya baby.] Why aren't you taking care of him?

[brolociraptor]

[ FLAIL. ] Lame! Gotta keep you on your toes, dude.

And hey, I'm trying. I have trauma too, you know, it's all super important and shit. But I am, though, I just like, have no idea how to do it. I suck at this.

[powerballad]

Eugh. I heard you had trauma, actually. What happened, low-main? [-TENANCE. IT'S A PUN.] I thought we were all fed up on the traumz!

[brolociraptor]

[ HURR HURR ] Yeah! See, that's what I thought, and that's what I was promised, but clearly there's not enough angst going around, so I gotta soak my feet in it a little and not even get a manicure afterwards.

Which is pretty fucking terrible treatment for a rockstar, I'll tell you that. [ 8| ] The whole nightmare thing's getting old.

[powerballad]

Oh, what? What, you mean that you thought they weren't going to torture you? Urr, golly, that sounds just crazy, Bradley. But hey--didn't you hear? We're doing manicures over here. You get pink.

[brolociraptor]

Man I am so silly, what was I thinking -- wait, did you say pink?

YES. I am all over that broseph, take me to your pink nail painting leader, gimme gimme.

[powerballad]

Ew, your nail beds are sick. And I don't mean that in the Ru Paul way. I mean they're gross. And flat.