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[inebriety]

Darling, it's a little late to get worried. You've already finished that application, found someone to bring in Clint with me and 'voicetested' me here and there.

[How hard could it be to play a depressed drunk... right?]

I'm not going to dissuade you, if that's what you want. [A brain tumour in stasis is a beautiful thing.] We both know this is merely temporary and you'll do it anyway.

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[amygdalae]

[THEY BROKE THE WORLD. WORLDS. IDEK.]

I'm sure I can find the time in-between building that satellite.

[inebriety]

I hear there's a lot of plans for you though.

[amygdalae]

It won't happen for a while yet. [...and really, he doesn't like it at all, but...] My mun doesn't want to rush it.

[inebriety]

Maybe they'll get bored of the idea soon enough.

[amygdalae]

[Wry grin.] Considering my mun's penchant for drama, I doubt that'd be the case.

[inebriety]

No harm in hoping for the best.

[amygdalae]

It'd make my time there much easier, at least.

[And nothing bad will happen...]

[inebriety]

Now you've jinxed it. Nothing stays easy.

[amygdalae]

None of our lives were ever that easy in the first place.

[Wryly.]

[inebriety]

Don't I know it.

[amygdalae]

I'm pretty sure that's partly the reason why our muns seemed to inclined to play it all out for everyone else to see.

[inebriety]

[Personally he thinks things couldn't get any worse for him, but he knows better than to say it.]

They do seem to derive some pleasure in airing out our dirty laundry.

[amygdalae]

Schadenfreude, as they say.

[inebriety]

Rarely. It always seems to be about their 'feels'.

[amygdalae]

It does seem to be a primary reason.

[inebriety]

It's like they think we're a bunch of children who just need hugs.

[amygdalae]

You'd think they believe that hugs are the key to solving all of life's mysteries.

[inebriety]

If it was, I'd like to find a way to bottle that up.

[amygdalae]

And make millions out of it?

[inebriety]

What would I do with more money? No, I'd find the cure for cancer.

[amygdalae]

And the world would be a better place.

[Small grin.]

[inebriety]

For a little bit more selfish reasons actually.

[He taps his head.]

Temporal lobe.

[amygdalae]

[...ah. Have a small smile.]

There could be worse things. [Like cancer, or AIDS, or turning into the Hulk.]

[inebriety]

[But he does have cancer.]

True, I could be you. [Wow, don't be a dick, Tony.]

[amygdalae]

[Shh I'm bad at differing them.

Also, a wry grin.]

Or you could be me.