dear_mun | (no subject)

[Just snagged you. :D

Yeah, Harry. The CAT.]

:Oh, shut up. You need more friends in your life. You also need more clothes that don't look like they've spent the majority of the last decade crammed under your bed. Just sayin...:

"Well, in fairness, some of them have spent the majority of the last decade crammed under my bed. Which you know full well."

:I know nothing of your clothing habits. Or the whereabouts of missing shoes.:

"Right, right."

[You wouldn't think it'd be possible to hide the shows of a 6'9" guy. You know them's some massive gunboats.]

"Look, I'm petting your damn cat, what else do you want from me?"

[Just keep getting petulant and indignant for my amusement. That's all.]

[My brother is 6'8. I hid his shit ALL the time - among other things. It's easier than you'd think. And Mister's industrious.]

:Damn straight I am. How do you think I avoid being slobbered on by that damn dog?:

[You hush and be nice, or no more coke.]

"She's got a point. I possess both the can and the thumbs."

[Extortion? You heartless fiend.]

"It's a rough job, but somebody's gotta do it."

[No they don't, you're just bitter because we're all picking on you.]

:Don't make me make her go get Susan. You want to see picking? Try it with someone with thumbs and who can take up a lot more of your lap.:

[MISTER!]

:I didn't mean it that way... jeez. Humans and their obsession with their dangly bits.:

[I'd apologize for his behavior, but... he'd likely just do something worse.]

"..."

[... Oh, now you've gone and upset him, Mister.]

"... No, no. I'm fine."

[*Siiiigh* Always the self-loathing and angst with you, isn't it?]

"Yeah, and with your Obi-Wan. Do I detect a trend here?"

[... No. No, no no. You don't get to psychoanalyze me. Bad. Bad muse.]

"Thought so."

[... Morbid curiosity has won out. Bring me the finest Susan muse in all the land, madam!]

"... I hate you."

"You rang?"

[Don't say I didn't warn you. This one keeps trying to get me to get her MORE pervy icons. Because apparently, she's a perv.]

"I am not. I just happen to have a healthy appetite when it comes to my personal relationships with a certain someone. Go make some tea and shush."

"... Hell's bells."

[See? See what happens?]

"... Shut. Up."

"See, now, you keep talking like that and I'll think you're not happy to see me."

[Stop pouting. You're a grown woman. It doesn't become you.]

"What... I'm not allowed to be happy to see a portrayal of my favorite tall drink of yummy?"

"It's not that I'm not happy, believe me. It's just... a little...

... It's complicated."

[That would be putting it mildly.]

"Let me live in the delusion of the pre-ruination of my life. You know, before I got vamped and pregnant and dead. I'm just going to crawl into a little stasis bubble and pretend that doesn't happen. Fortunately for me, she agrees with me."

[Damn straight I do.]

"Hell's bells, Susan, that's all I've wanted for ten years now..."

[He just has this thing about living lies. And also isn't looking forward to the dying part, considering his more-than-peripheral involvement.]

"Shh... That's the joy of AU's, Dresden. I know my girl here isn't going to let any of that happen. Unless, of course, you want me dead. Talk about a hard good-bye."

"... How are you always so good at changing my mind?"

[You do most of the work for her by being a total idiot, Harry.]

"Shut up."

"I couldn't change it for you if you didn't want it to be changed."

[Stop being so smug.]

[No, keep being smug, he deserves it.]

"I'm with the other mun."

[Shut up.]

[Why are we so cruel to them?]

"You shush, or I'll shush you myself."

[O_O. Do I need to send you to your room?]

"Hey, you're the one who let the cat out of the bag. You can just... deal."

[Oh, don't mind him, he's just mad because he knows she's right.]

"No, I'm not. And she's not."

[Sure she is. And you're still an idiot.]

"You're starting to remind me of my brother. Only without the 'pretty and good at things part.' Just the 'lives to annoy and insult me' part."

[Ouch, man. And then you wonder why I'm cruel to you.]

"I think me and my mun might just sit here, eat some popcorn, and watch the show. This is actually pretty amusing."

[Sorry, man. Have to agree with her there. You guys are great. When's the act open?]

"There is no act."

[Note to self: Bicker with Harry more often.]

"Have I mentioned that I hate you?"

[Maybe once or twice.]

"Hey, if Mister gets belly scritches, does that mean I do too?"

[... you're terrible and I think you need a leash.]

"Just be lucky he didn't tag the Aphrodrink meme."

[YOU AND YOUR POTIONS!]

"... Stop that, it's distracting."

[... All in favor of leashing Susan?]

"Freaking aye."

[You're a dirty man, Harry. First magic rope and now this?]

"... Oh, for the love of-"

[Why do you always get mad when other people are right?]

"... Should I just not talk? I'll just sit here and not talk."

"Ooh.. I haven't gotten to the magic rope part yet. Is it good? Is it something I can tease him over?"

[I'm going to cuff your muff, I swear to god. Sit down and behave.]

"He started it... bringing up ropes and leashes."

[Horrible]