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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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[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?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

But people like that aren't so bad once you get to know them. Still... I'm sorry to hear that.

And yes, I do!

[truffulacide]

You just haven't been around enough of them. Everyone can be intolerable at times.

It's relaxing, isn't it? Probably the most ungirly hobby a girl can have, too. [he says that with a measure of smug satisfaction, like he's trying to assure himself.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

But everyone can be sweet at times, too.

It is! And... I guess? [She... Really doesn't know much about gender stereotypes, although the only other person she knows who knits is a huge thug of a man.] ...It is pretty manly, huh?

[truffulacide]

Well, maybe. And only occasionally. I doubt that you're going to see a wanted criminal help a little old lady across the street, or watch a con artist buy ice cream cones for a gang of kids. [pause.] ...Not that both of those wouldn't be funny to see, buuuuut...!

- Extremely manly. It's right below bullfighting and a little bit higher than pro football.

[yes he isn't insecure in his masculinity at all come on and fight him]

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[hairflyingheartpounding]

I'll have you know a wanted criminal helped me cross a lot more than a street.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Why would you fight bulls?

[truffulacide]

...Yeah, sorry, not following you there.

It's just something some people like to do. I'm not saying that I like it, but I guess the logic here is that, as long as one's around, you might as well beat it up. Or something. [he really doesn't know.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well, it is sort of a long story.

...That's pretty awful.

[truffulacide]

That kind of answer tends to be gobbledygook for "it never happened".

What if it attacks first? Then you'd be in the right to pound it into next week.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Fine, do you want the story?

But it wouldn't.