dear_mun | (no subject)

You might regret sayin' that when you end up somewhere awful.

How bad can it get? Spaceships? Foreign planets?

Cities, not havin' a job, and gods buttin' into your personal life.

Wait, what do y'do then? There's got to be something to do.

[And he's not saying a word that he has to get a personal life for someone to butt into first.]

Got a new job, for one. I'm still workin' on the other two.

Doin' what? Breakin' knee caps? Herdin' kangaroos?

Oh! I know. Hat model.

I'm a cop.

Wait. Wait. Seriously? Yer upholdin' the law, Barney Fife?

HA! HA! HA!

This is how, what do they call it? Civilian causalities happen.

[Completely and utterly unamused.]

Oi, I do a good job. I'm a professional, not some gun-totin' lunatic with a badge.

[Completely and utterly loving this.]

Yeah right. Sure, y'are. Wait. Is it durin' a zombie apocalypse? Ghost town?

Didcha get a squad car and radio so y'can let all yer cop buddies know when y'stop for a donut?

No. S'a future city of sorts. There isn't a lot of crime there, honestly.

[Cop buddies- yeah, right. And he's not even sure they have a squad car, not that he's going to tell Scout that.]

I mostly patrol on foot.

[Around only a few choice places he cares about for various reasons. Cop of the year, right here.]

[Okay, so part of that had Scout's attention because of things he'd heard from his mun.]

S'like our future, or another? Places I keep hearin' about are like alien planets and shit, y'know?

[He shook his head, smirking.]

Couldcha imagine me as a cop?

[Completely flat.]

No. Not even on some alien planet would they take a kid like you.

Hey! Twenty-three! Proven fact. Faster than you. Quicker than you, too. That means mentally not physically, just so y'can keep up.

Hmph. And somehow, you're still not quick enough to keep up with that mouth of yours.

Oooh. That hurt. No, no. Really.

Whatcha gonna do? Arrest me for talkin' circles aroundcha?

If you end up in the same city as me, I might. As for here, there's not much I can do. Unfortunately.

Awww, puddin'. Poor thing. Except, y'know, not. Just have to deal with it then.

Terrific. I'll need a moment to contain myself over that prospect.

Yeah, that didn't sound girly at all.

It didn't.

Mmm, I'm beggin' to differ.

You're obnoxious is what you are.

I like t'think of it as aggressively humourous.

Didn't your mum ever teach you any manners?