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[hairflyingheartpounding]

Mun? Hello, yes, it's me.

Um... Alright, look, I really don't think this is a good idea. I know you have a lot of doubts about it, too, and... This time? I think you should listen to those doubts.

You can't just take me from the middle of a great adventure and make me part of a family. Especially not if I'm going to be a kid. I'm eighteen now, and I've--

No, I'm not saying I want to suddenly have a stranger for a husband, but...

[Sigh.]

Fine. If you won't listen... I won't let you. If I could handle Eugene, I bet I can handle you, too.

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[truffulacide]

And hey, just remember: I'm gonna be there, too. If anything bad happens - and I'm not saying it won't - all you gotta do is call me and I'll kick its butt for you.

[he crosses his arms and allows himself to grin.]

Hard.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She giggles and nods, eagerly.]

And I'll look out for you, too! I'm tougher than I look... And I'm sure they have frying pans there, right?

[truffulacide]

Are you kidding? There's probably a whole aisle at the local supermarket that's filled with 'em. Why would that be a problem?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Just wanted to make sure!

What's a supermarket?

[truffulacide]

[seriously...?]

Well, you know - a market that's super. Where else do you get your food and cooking supplies from?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Normal markets?

[truffulacide]

- Which I can guarantee pale in comparison. There's a reason why these are called super.

[pauses, a perplexed frown forming on his face.]

...But if the milk is poisonous, then - okay, yeah, I can see why you'd be a little leery to buy any food from it. Yeesh.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Right...

[A little pouty huff.]

There has to be some good side to all of this, right?

[truffulacide]

If there is, I'm not seeing it. I guess you'll have to make your own good side.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well...

You'll be there.

[truffulacide]

That's...that's hardly enough! I said a good side, not a sub par side.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Don't be silly! You're nice. That's not sub par.

[truffulacide]

[hahaha oh boy, if only you knew.]

You just caught me on a good day.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She just smirks which I don't have an icon for and shakes her head.]

Are all men like this? Not wanting anyone to know they can be nice?

[truffulacide]

[only the exceptionally manly ones.]

It kind of ranks low on my need-to-know list, yeah. I think you'd be disappointed in the long run.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

...Oh?

[truffulacide]

Call it a hunch. I don't really have much to offer unless you like music.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She will be getting all in his face now. Well. As much as she can. He's tall. :|]

I love music!

[truffulacide]

[his poor personal space bubble.]

You do? [his tone becomes a little more stiff, even lofty, as he fiddles with the guitar strap over his shoulder.] I hope you don't have any specific preferences because, if you're expecting something a little more refined than this -

[he raises the guitar and plays a few basic power chords in effortless succession.]

- then we might have a problem, you and I.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oooh! I like it! You play guitar, too?

[truffulacide]

Duh, and you can't even begin to imagine how miffed I am that I won't be able to bring mine with me. It really will be like living in the Stone Age.

[maybe he'll have to resort to slapping stone together to make prehistoric music. real rock and roll. /badum bish.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She giggles a bit.]

You are kind of grumpy. I'll give you that.

I have so much I won't be bringing...

[truffulacide]

And once again: this is a good day.

Like what, shampoo? With hair like that, I bet you go through bottles of the stuff every day.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

So... What are you usually like? Because I'm pretty experienced in the selfish jerk who's not really so bad area.

[Yeah, it's been a whole DAY with Flynn.]

Um... No? Heh. Clay and wax and my mandolin... And the guitar, of course... My chess set and my yarn and knitting needles... My sewing supplies... My puzzles... My books... My darts and my board...

...And the frying pan.

[truffulacide]

"Pretty experienced"? You really gotta hang around a better class of people. [he pauses briefly as he considers her question.] Gotta say, jerk would be a pretty accurate assessment at the moment. With the way I've been letting people down lately, I might as well just accept it already.

[when she continues speaking, there's one word in particular that piques his attention.]

You...like to sew, too?