Say whaaaat

[actorthiefdetectiveidiot]

Yooooooou have no idea what you're doing do you. I mean, I've done the narrator bit before. It was awesome, I was great at it, right? I said fuck a lot, that seems to help. But seriously you're supposed to direct me, tell me to do something, and you're just kinda flailing around like you were shoved in the back of a car under water or something.

Like you just saw that happen in a movie.

Weird, right? Yeah. Okay I think I'm done here. Yep.

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That... that is a very good question you got there.

[actorthiefdetectiveidiot]

Nothing. Just thought you'd, I dunno, appreciate the irony of it. All that jazz.

[vanshrike]

[All right, fine. Have a hint of a smile; you're endearing when you're dumb. Against his better judgment, maybe, but there it is.]

What are you doing here, Harry?

[actorthiefdetectiveidiot]

[You're endearing when you're... insulting him. Sometimes. He appreciates all the times you've saved him, you know.]

That. Is an excellent question.

[He shrugs.]

Just kinda... showed up here. Did my narrating bit again on the one Christmas where all the shit went down, you know, and what's her face saw it and decided hey. Why not make Harry's life more difficult by throwing him in a place with shaggy dog people.

[vanshrike]

[Well, you'd better. Taking bullets for people isn't exactly something he makes a habit of.]

Harry, don't. Whatever you get into, don't get involved with that place. You wouldn't make it two consecutive days without ending up in the infirmary.

[actorthiefdetectiveidiot]

...

Wait, what? No no no, not that weird ass prison ship thing. This place. Whatever the hell it is. She said something about no games, whatever that means.

...And I would too! I'd make it at least three, be more pessimistical.

[vanshrike]

[Sigh of relief.]

Pessimistic. Idiot.

Anyway; good. There's only so much trouble even you can get yourself into if you stay out of those places.