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I know we've been having a rough patch lately, mun, but I mean it when I say to go to bed already.

[yOU CANT MAKE ME ROBERT YOU ARE ONLY FICTIONAL SHUT UP.]

No, I'm completely serious. It's 4 in the morning. That "early morning inspiration" of yours? It's just you wanting to be up at 4 in the morning because you're a college student in the middle of finals and you hate yourself. You'll have plenty of time to write it tomorrow, when you aren't in a dozy haze.

...And no, coming up with a good title doesn't count as enough progress to justify staying up.

For the record, I'm only showing concern because you look like you're finally interested in listening to me again. Why don't you--you know, actually do that for once.

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God can you make her hurry up and go to bed or some shit? I'm getting a headache from the worried screeching that's being pent up over here.

...But how does anyone even have a rough patch with you? You're too awkwardly charming to get mad at for too long, anyway. No comprende.

Or something.

I don't know, I'm biased but just get her into bed and tell her to play nice with you or something I'm going to die here.

She apparently "can't write anything of her own" anymore and is shunting the blame onto me. For whatever reason.

It's existential crisis season is all. [sigh.] You learn to live with it.

I appreciate the bit about me being charming, though. Flatterer.

That's horseshit. That's like me blaming Prinn for not getting laid for so long. But what, they shift the crisis age back another twenty years?

[Handwave feh feh feh]

Never mind that; you didn't do anything wrong. I've taken to wearing a poncho during existential crisis season, to wade through the sea of emotions. It helps.

...Heh. I love that you ignore the awkward part. But I can't help it that I find your dancing to be deliriously alluring, can I? [ROBERT, WHY? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY HIM?]

I think "in the middle of finals" explains it all.

They do get a bit manic around this time, don't they?

I feel like even "manic" is an understatement here.

We've placed bets up here on when the emotional breakdown'll happen--I'm guessing a bit later than usual this semester, we'll see how it goes.

The woman's incoherent. I'm not expecting logic from her anytime soon. You know how it goes.

[SNERK] Don't want to ruin your coat in all the blubbering, huh?

...

...You said you'd keep that a secret.

You'd think that they could at least understand basic manners, but there's no keeping a mun from operating purely on emotion. I feel your pain, for what it's worth.

Well, think of the laundry I'd need to do? Christ, I do not have the patience to wash my coats that often.

[No stop smirking Toby you pulled a dick move--]
C'mon, it's just us here right?
...
Wait shit I didn't know there was some other guy here who the fuck is he I didn't know he was here!

They're like toddlers--cruel, semi-omniscient toddlers. And I'm glad you can relate to me here. These muns, Toby, I don't know why we put up with them, aside from the fact that we haven't got much of a choice in the matter.

...you really should wash them regularly, though. [Does he wash them regulalry. tOBY DO YOU DO YOUR LAUNDRY ON TIME????]

Even if it was just us-- [kjdgkashvnKADSJKBJFAKJBKJSDF TOBY WHY.] --aaaarrgghhh, sshhh, he didn't hear, just--shush!

Of course they are, and we're the toys. At least they've made us out to be decent people, but you'd think they'd try to be decent people themselves.
Hell, if there was a way to get past them, I'd be out of here long ago. Wouldn't you?

[AHHHH HE RESENTS THAT IMPLICATION.] Excuse you, I wash my coats. You're a right arse sometimes; I'm a big boy and I can do the laundry just fine, thanks.

Just shut up okay let's forget I ever said anything. Let's pretend I was complimenting you on your ass and be done with it?

Them? Pff. Never.
...You know I've tried. [we don't talk about That One Incident with Captain Aubrey and the ship and--yeah we don't talk about it.]

I'm just saying! [translation: it's happened before toby please wash your things.]

I'm not sure if that's worse or better. Not in public.

A man can but dream of freedom.
...Oh, right. Yeah I forgot that. Forcibly.

[Ffffhfhffh fine poutpoutpout] No need to nag, I've learned. Wouldn't want to put you off now, would I?

But really.
How is flattering your ass worse than anything else? I mean, anyone with eyes'll just see anyway, and it comes off as honest.
I'm all about honesty! [Wink wink, nudge nudge, snigger snigger]

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