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Pictures?

What sort of pictures?

The kind no one needs to be seein'. What's with these people? Beginning to think someone hit her upside the head one time too many.

Surely these pictures can't be that terrible.

I ain't no masochist, got it? Or anything else she keeps whining about. Stupid damn puppeteers.

A masochist?

[There's a word Double D doesn't hear a lot-- granted, he knows what it means, but still.]

Would the pictures in question lead one to believe you are?

Yeah, you know. Like she thinks because I'm not some hulkin' mass that I'm always gettin' beat up. I'm faster than that and she needs to realize it before I go beatin' things off the side of her head.

Would I be bitchin' about her if they didn't?

[Well, isn't that how the world works? Double D isn't physically strong either and he's constantly being beat up....

Then again, he's not exactly fast either.

He frowns at the profanity.]

It certainly does seem to have elicited colorful language. But I'm not familiar with either your mun or the pictures, so I couldn't say.

Colorful...

[Scout frowned a bit, not used to being corrected for it.]

Oh right. Sorry, brotha. Just kind of a thing, you know?

See, thing is, I do a bit of work that some might call unsavory, right? So I do this work and she's got a thing about seeing me tortured by the other side.

Now, I don't think that would happen! I too damn fast for them to be tying me down and...

[He shuddered, shaking his head.]

Yeah, not happening.

Unsavory?

[Wait, what sort of person is Double D talking to here? Would his parents approve? ~~Probably not~~]

What sort of work do you do?

[It wasn't exactly a job a mother could love.]

Well, it's like this. See, sometimes it's just protection type services. Making sure the right things don't fall into the wrong hands.

Other times though it's seeing that the wrong things fall into the right hands. Retrieving things needed. Not everyone I deal with is so nice about it.

[Like he himself, if he was honest. Which he wasn't quite being.]

[Protection doesn't sound so bad....]

Are you a security guard?

[Huh, that sounded good.]

Yeah, basically. Private contractor.

[I totally meant to make a comment about Scout's mother sleeping with the Spy last comment but I forgot. OOPS.]

A perfectly respectable career choice! What company do you work for?

Yeah, sure is. See, I knew people would get it.

Outfit called Reliable Excavation & Demolition. Pretty sweet work if you can get it.

((Every time I see a tag from Edd, I think of this.))

"Reliable Excavation and Demolition"? Is it a construction company?

[I like that-- only one I didn't recognize was Jimmy Neutron. :P]

More like deconstruction but close enough.

((I didn't know the test twins, I admit. Makes me want to make more muses I don't need.))

Oh, of course! You said "demolition"! How foolish of me!

[Hopefully his new adult friend won't think any less of him.]

But what exactly needs guarding?

[I've seen a few eps-- my clients I work with always have the TV on and it's often on CN. I get to be paid AND watch cartoons. Not a bad deal. :P]

Naw. Not foolish. They do demolition in construction too. Clear the way and all.

[Scout rubbed the back of his neck, considering how to answer that.]

Just this case. Kind of not my thing to know what. Just do it.

A case?

[Huh.]

What's in it?

[Never mind Scout just said he didn't know.]

Papers and information. Not my place to care, you know? I just got the job of finding it and bringing it back.

Finding it? It's gone?

[Yeah, he wasn't watching what he was saying, was he? ]

When it's been taken. That's what I meant, yeah.

Sounds like yer mun's as sick as mine is, bro.

If that's the case, then damn. All of 'em like that?

Who the hell knows. Probably.

Hey, at least yours doesn't insist on tryin' t'stick you in some weird-ass hotel. Mine's been on this kick for like, I dunno, months or somethin'. It's gettin' real old, real fast.

She ain't yet. Keyword there. There's been talk about sendin me somewhere. I guess that ain't too bad though. Means doing something rather than just sittin around and waiting.

Better hope yer mun ain't gonna send ya somewhere and rarely have ya do anythin'.

I mean, not countin' that hotel. Real places, like where I'm at now. It's no fun just sittin' around doin' jack shit.

That's what I was sayin' to them. Bad enough pullin' me around like a damn dog on a leash but leavin' me to just sit and wait, doing nothin'? Naw. I ain't doing that.

Not sure what to think about alien planets and that kind of shit though. I mean, really? Aliens?

I dunno, man. Aliens are kinda neat -- I remember readin' about 'em in some comics a while back. I wouldn't wanna be stuck on some weird planet they're all on though. Last thing I need is t'be experimented on.

That's what I'm thinking! I'm not gettin' in some weird anal probe bugs in the ear kind of thing!

I guess it's true -- great minds kinda do think alike.

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aww I missed this post! another RED Scout! <3

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