ʙ ᴀ ʀ ʀ ʏ ʙ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ (
barryburton) wrote in
dear_mun2014-10-20 05:30 pm
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A Jill Sandwich??
Really Mun? The only thing that was the most memorable about me to you is me sayin' "You were almost a Jill Sandwich!"??
I busted my ass out there you little punk! I deserve more than to be remembered for just one thing I said. I hope you also remember how much you screamed like a little girl the whole time too.
[Dammit Barry, it was just that one scene! ...and maybe that other scene!]
I busted my ass out there you little punk! I deserve more than to be remembered for just one thing I said. I hope you also remember how much you screamed like a little girl the whole time too.
[Dammit Barry, it was just that one scene! ...and maybe that other scene!]

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[looooong pause.]
WHO are you talking to?
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It's better than getting laughed at for a roundhouse kick to the face, believe me.
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[ It was funny at the time, at least. An easy joke to quell her nerves in the middle of a crisis. ]
Can't forget that you're the reason I even made it out of Raccoon alive, right?
/pulls out of moth balls
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[Just a little bit of ill feelings there. But the man did ask a question and lucky enough for him someone else was ticking him off slightly more at the moment. Civil Barry was civil.]
I'm talking to this punk of a mun here. [Point. Of course Barry could see the mun, but didn't mean he had any inclination if others could or couldn't.]
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/dies at that song
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How's living treating you? Still seeing to it that the dead stay dead?
anytime!
[ He's always been respectful toward her and her skills -- even if she's managed to lose her cool and stumble into a few traps along the way. She really can't be blamed for that first time, though, considering how she was lead into those traps and they were designed specifically for her.
A little worse for wear these days, but she's happy to be alive. ]
How are you holding up these days? We're long overdue for a meetup.
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Still alive and kicking ass. [considering the wear and tear. He'd hit a fist against his chest to emphasize the point.] It's good to see you, Valentine. How are things with you?
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[ He isn't exactly the sort of guy that would go down silently -- when, if. Hopefully it remains an "if" and he isn't another person that matters that will die fighting the good fight. For her, there's no other way she can see herself biting the dust. But for him... she'd like to think he'll die thirty, forty years from now. Comfortable, with his family. It's a luxury she'll never be able to afford. ]
Me? Oh, a little of this and a little of that. Been tossed around a bit with Chris. We were on an island for about four months together, working off debts. Now we're in some sort of space station... ship? Fleet?