Muse isn't happy about being messed around so much.

[blitzkriegspitz]

Y'know the sayin' let sleepin' dogs lie? ... Don't make me spell this out to ya kid.

[ One pissed off pup here. Mun keeps going to app then has second thoughts. Only so much to-ing and fro-ing Heine can take before his fuse snaps. ]

Just get it over and done with already. I don't like you and ya sure as hell don't care for me, made that pretty apparent in past actions huh.

[ Snarling under his top lip, seriously unimpressed and not to be tested right now. ]

Comments

[brokeassgoing]

Aw, but you've got such a bright, shining personality. Like a bag of puppies trynna piss everywhere. What's not to wanna app?

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ Look who decided to show his freckled face? He can do without any of your sas today Badou... ]

I'm jus' too cool for the place, clearly.

[ On second thought, Heine might be able to use you ]...

I've got a job for us. By us I mean you, obviously.

[brokeassgoing]

Cool. Uh huh. If you mean cool as in prickly and rabies infested, sure!

[he's just
narrowing that eye]

I'm not getting tricked into unclogging your toilet again, man. I don't care how bad your tummy hurts.

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ You get a slight smirk for that, Badou. He won't tell you but he's missed hanging out with you. Maybe. Well just a little bit anyway. ]

Nah, more like 'cold lead of a bullet still in it's case' kinda cool. Y'know it's gonna hurt'cha like hell when it's triggered.

[ Here, have a pack of cigarettes. He's been holding onto them for you for a while now. Of course he'll say it's to blackmail you with whenever he's asked about them. I mean heaven forbid anyone finds out he actually has a friend. ]

You're just so damn easy to manipulate. I can't help it if ya fall for my setups every time. I was gonna ask if ya knew anything' about this shithole I'm getting' dumped in? I mean seein' as ya s'pose to be an info breaker an all?

[brokeassgoing]

[AWWWWWWWWW!!! that's the sweetest thing he's never admitted to thinking in terms of...psedo thought boxes!]

I'm triggered just talking to you, does that count. I AM NOT EASY TO MANIPULATE! I'm a fucking contender! You're just a psycho who eats faces. Canonically.

....I might, for the right price. What's the place called?

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ well, don't get used to it. In fact, forget it even happened okay? Forgoten? Cool. Moving on...

A smirk, flash of sharp teeth.]

A psycho who hasn't chowed down on anythin' in a while... Ya offenin?

[ He's just teasing. You know fine well Heine wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did something THAT atrocious to you. ]

Nah too slow... Get better, faster results askin' Mimi.

[ He's muns already apped, did it just now while you were distracting Fido here. ]

It's underground again, by the sounds'a'things... Figures he'd toss me back down there huh? Just like mother always wanted Hadrial I dunno, some strange soundin' shit like that anyway...

[ Here, have payment in the form of a new lighter, it's really all he's got on him at the moment. ]

So where ya at? You got some twisted puppeteer pullin' ya strings an' treatin' ya like somethin' they stepped in too?

Also, the mun was listenin' to some ironic rap music trash... this one sounds like you wrote it. You been tryin' ya hand at a music career? Right up your street, seein' as you're a one hit wonder-nut at everythin' else.

[brokeassgoing]

DON'T ASK THAT BRAT, SHE'LL LITERALLY ASK FOR YOUR LEG! And I know you can't part with that cause the other mutts gotta hump it.

[quick as lightning though he snatches that lighter and whoa, even lights a new cigarette.] My mun's heard of that place but hasn't looked at it in awhile. It's horror, right? Up your alley then. This brat whose at my beck and call wants to put me in space buuutttt....I doubt she will. I'm too much of a big boss. [and he grins, entirely too smug around a lungful of smoke.

The song gets a snort out of him, though.] Ah fuck, and I sold my guitar and everything too. I'll haveta piggyback off your glorious white rapper career. Or this.