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Yeah, yeah. Okay, I admit that this time, I'm a teeny tiny, itty bitty bit impressed with this journal name you came up with for me. Sure, the other two you've got are good and peachy but this one is kinda perfect. I approve!

But hey, here's a TOTALLY CRAZY THOUGHT. Like, MIND BLOWING LEVELS of crazy.

Maybe you should, y'know. Actually do something with me and this sweet username now. WHOA, I KNOW. That's just totally out there. ALL KINDS OF WILD AND WACKY. I'm not saying I want to necessarily be thrown in a game (though hey, that'd be awesome. I'm kinda a bit jealous of all the fantastical adventures the other me gets to go on) but you getting your butt in gear and actually tagging Bennett back in a reasonable fashion would be a good start.

So yeah. Get on that. I'd try to threaten you but...eh. You can almost be Adelle-levels of scary sometimes! And I'm..not really looking to invoke your wrath, my lovely mun-friend.

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And I totally need someone to compare notes with. This is vital.

Completely! I mean, I'm learning all sorts of new "DO NOT DO THESE THIS IF YOU WANT TO LIVE" things about Bennie through your adventures!

And the number one rule is don't be from a different time period as her.

...And the second rule is don't tell anyone about her love of chick flicks, even when it's myself getting... told.

Edited 2012-09-02 02:07 (UTC)

Which hopefully, will never even apply! Because oh man. I am well aware that when she gets in one of her moods, we are the only thing standing between her and total destruction.

...Then why did you even say that, Oh God! You better hope she doesn't somehow stumble upon our convo, here!

Though while we're on the subject...How long did it take before you found out about the massive chick flick collection? She managed to hide it from me for like, three years!

... Oh God. Didn't think that through. Maybe if she won't notice.

[TOTALLY DISCREET]

Like six months! I mean, I wouldn't have managed it if she hadn't caught the city plague and Atticus hadn't helped a little, but still. That has to be a record.

Maybe if we spoke in a super-secret Topher-only code. Hrm.

Then again, if it's my Bennett that ends up hearing, she can practically read my mind so the whole code thing would probably be a bust because she'd figure it out instantly.

She's so sneaky about it! I mean, even now, I'm pretty sure she still tries to occasionally deny it's existence until she feels crummy and I catch her watching Sense and Sensibility for the billionth time.

[HA WELL good luck with all that.]

Sense and Sensibility is based on classic literature.

And it's not like your taste is exactly perfect.

[Because the glaring "please stop talking about me" thing goes without saying.]

[HAD TO SUMMON YOUR BENNETT, DIDN'T YOU?]

Yes, but... explosions are also an important part of the cinematic experience? [Tryin' so hard to DIVERT THE CONVERSATION.]

[HE CAN'T HELP IT, OKAY. SHE'S JUST SORT OF THERE. ALWAYS. LURKING.

He sort of has to glare at his other self because DUDE THAT IS NOT HELPING. HAVE YOU NO SENSE OF SELF PRESERVATION?

Obviously not because that's something he's learned. Over a few years. Yeeeeah.]

We never said our taste was perfect, Ben. And we're not like, making fun of you or anything. We're more...reveling in those tiny details that make you you! They're kinda fascinating from a neurophysiological standpoint.

[OH RIGHT. PRIDE COMETH BEFORE A BENNETT-INDUCED FALL.]

Yeah, what I said. They're just the little cogs in the whole big, beautiful Bennett machine.

Why does your reveling always seem sarcastic?

[Eyebrow raise. Eyebrow raise.]

We're not being sarcastic! Look at us. All the things in the world we could talk about and we...immediately default to talking about you. You're constantly on our brain!

You're attempting to flatter me.

[But it's not working, it's not!

Except where it is a little bit.]

I'm not really making it a point to, flattery is just a by-product of telling the truth in this case, Ben.

But think about it. If you had another you to talk to, what would you guys end up chatting about? I'm willing to bet you guys would start complaining about how we, the collective entity that is Topher Brink, forget to put our laundry in the hamper. Or how we never pick up after ourselves. Stuff like that.

...Or you guys would like. Plot world domination.

That'd be scary. So. Forget I just said anything about that. Yeah.

...But I'm the one who talks too much?

[sjgksjakjhadkhjaldj]

Hey, I never said that you talk too much. I'm pretty sure both of us have similar issues in the shutting up when we should department since hey, you're me, I'm you, all that jazzy jazz.

I just...have more experience in the knowing what not to say to Bennett department. Sometimes. Not all the time, just sometimes because I have a few more years worth of XP than you do when it comes to Bennie.

[She's just letting this happen because it's kind of fascinating, okay?

But.]

No world domination, I promise.

[She's not even going to own to how true the rest of what you said to her is, because she doesn't want to give that satisfaction.]

You say that now, when that other, doubly-terrifying Bennett isn't around for you to plot diabolical things with.

I'd like to think I could keep my promises regardless.

Why are there so many of you?

Because I'm awesome and made of win?

But you wouldn't understand since you're all with the 'Grrrarrgh, let's hate Topher parade.'

I don'th ate you, Topher. Not anymore.

...Right. Ah-huh.

Mind explaining the change of heart?

Let's just say that I've gained a new perspective on life.

And for some reason, I'm a tiny bit creeped out by that. I'm not even sure I want to ask where this so-called new perspective came from.

You don't want to know, but I thought I should tell you I'm going to remove my scars shortly. I don't need them anymore.

Well. Uhm. [You've kinda put him in a spot here, now. Watch him awkwardly scratch the back of his head and try to think of something to say.]

I'm happy for you? Like, legitimately. It's very good that you've come to that decision.

Yes. Sometimes good can come from bad...

You know, I'm trying to imagine you being threatening. -intimidating. Forty-odd brains, not one of them can do it!

Edited 2012-09-03 17:15 (UTC)

'Cause if I need someone threatened, I can just call Bennett and she's, y'know. On par with you on levels of terrifying.

Have you met Bennett? You'd probably like her, she's all with the hating Caroline thing too!

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