Canon is Dresden Files, game is The Warehouse

[in_the_book]

Hey, you.  Yeah, you.  Mun.

I'm aware it's my birthday.  But I'm still stuck in Univille.  So don't go celebrating just yet.  Time ratio, remember?

See what you can do about getting me some presents, okay?  Least you can do after what you've put me through and what you're planning.

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[harrys_skull]

Who knows boss maybe you'll get me, Mun's can be cool like that.

[in_the_book]

I should be so lucky, Bob. I'd forgotten just how much I rely on your knowledge. Plus, even with all their promises, I'm still worried about what you'd get up to without me.

[harrys_skull]

Me I'm actually in another game....and staying out of trouble promise. I do miss you boss seriously.

[in_the_book]

Yeah, well... I miss you too, Bob. Life's a lot more boring without you.

[harrys_skull]

Now I wish I had hands...and a tape recorder so I could have a record of you saying that.

[in_the_book]

You? With blackmail material? Now there's a scary thought.

[harrys_skull]

Boss the game I'm in right now is crawling with it. So many hormones.

[in_the_book]

Sounds like your kind of place, Bob. I'd say something about having too much fun, but I don't think you'd understand the concept.

[harrys_skull]

Aw come on boss it's a library filled with books come to life. That's not fun that's more like work.

[rules_winter]

Is it wise to demand gifts from beings who wield such power over you? Ever do you amuse I suppose.

[in_the_book]

[Oh, joy. Mab. Queen of Air and Darkness. Current owner of his debt. Perpetual offerer of the Winter Knight job. Possessor of a really fantastic ass.]

Eh, wouldn't want him getting an ego. I mean, if I don't mouth off to him, he'll think I'm afraid of him. And that ain't happening.

[in_the_book]

Books coming to life? That's a new one.

[rules_winter]

I believe the general consensus among those with whom you regularly interact is that you ... mouth off as a manner of masking your fear. In which case one might postulate that there will be no negative drain on this one's ego.

Do you still desire gifts, Wizard? Surely something might be arranged should your mundane fail to provide.

[harrys_skull]

I know....I was the narrator in a bunch of real life fairy tales.It was more talking then even I liked to do.

[raggedlady]

Hey boss Happy Birthday! Sorry I kinda missed it.

[in_the_book]

[Excuse him for a minute, his brain is busy rebooting. Because he's still getting used to the idea of his Molly knowing what "fun-time handcuffs" were, and now all of... this...]

Molly???

[in_the_book]

Not on your life. The price tag for your gifts is way too high.

[raggedlady]

[It'll probably break a little more as they continue to talk. Molly doesn't realize he's all that much younger.]

In the flesh. Your eyes aren't going bad are they?

[in_the_book]

You sure about that? Because I seem to recall you being pretty fond of your own voice.

[in_the_book]

When did you get all...? [vague gestures]

[raggedlady]

[That earns a bewildered look for a second before she grins slyly]

All grown up boss? Got my big girl boobs and butt?

[She is definitely having fun right now and if he doesn't redirect he'll learn about how much more she's grown up in the most embarrassing ways possible]

[in_the_book]

[Oh, Hell's Bells. He really does not need this. He still needs to be able to look Michael in the eye and have Charity not kill him.]

...Why do you keep calling me boss?

[raggedlady]

Umm I think master sounds too S&M for you or something? Is this a guess the obvious game or something?

[in_the_book]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me you're my apprentice?

[raggedlady]

Kinda. Things are pretty messed up right now but I think it still counts. If you don't know all that you're pretty young still huh?