WHAT. [Canon is SCP Foundation.]

[amajorchord]

Whoa whoa whoa, hold the phone. You... you're actually thinking of keeping me around? Despite how much you're gonna fuck up?

[Don't you mean "how much I'm probably gonna fuck up?"]

Nope, because we both know there's no probability in this. But you're seriously thinking of trying to jump outta your comfort zone, join a second game? That's... kinda ambitious. Way to show the world you're not just a pair of tits.

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Comments

[notjustinthemirror]

Well that's some quality charm right there.

[amajorchord]

I quite pride myself in it, thank you.

[anonasu]

["It is determined that this is the point where Dr. Clef accidentally fell out of his chair and struck his head nine times against the corner of the desk, fracturing his skull and snapping his neck between the second and third vertebrae."]

[Or not. But that's still a funny mental image. Hey, remember that?]

[amajorchord]

[Ha. Ha ha ha. He does, actually. That day was going superb until that happened. And he's sure that from Kondraki's point of view, it was damn hysterical.

Why no, he's not trying to make a point by pulling out his shotgun and carefully inspecting it, whatever do you mean?]

[notjustinthemirror]

How can anyone resist?

[Eyeroll would go here if he wasn't wearing a mask.]

And what exactly is there to fuck up here? Squishy. Human. Not looking too complicated.

[amajorchord]

That's what I always ask!

Uh, let's see: the reputation of both myself and my work place, which is surprisingly hard to maintain, not to mention the integrity of my character, which is full of one-of-a-kind wit?

[notjustinthemirror]

Workplace huh? You take that much pride in what you do?

[amajorchord]

Eeeeh, I wouldn't say "pride". More like "responsibility because serious shit will go down it we don't keep a handle on what we do".

[notjustinthemirror]

What kind of serious shit?

[amajorchord]

Classified serious shit. Sorry.

[notjustinthemirror]

Well you're no fun.

Why bring it up if you're not gonna talk about it? Not even a hint?

[amajorchord]

You asked what was at stake, I gave you an answer that won't get me terminated. It's really that simple.

[notjustinthemirror]

Boring.

[amajorchord]

Pshyeah. You're telling me. You can't imagine how hard it is to go out and get a pint with the boys when you can't even talk about work without the risk of getting a face full of shotgun when you get home.

...Not that I go out and get a pint with the boys but you understand what I mean, right?

[notjustinthemirror]

See, now I'm even more interested. Most jobs don't come with the threat of death. At least not overtly.

You should. Drink. Take your mind off ... whatever it is you do.

[amajorchord]

Death is more of a guarantee -- oh no, I've said too much!

[He makes an overly-elaborate choking gesture. After a moment, he stands back up with a serious expression.]

I'm pretty much hitched to this thing. Part of why it kinda sucks.

[notjustinthemirror]

[He just tilts his head to the side and watches.]

Sounds like a fun place. Too bad for you that mundane of yours can do whatever she wants with you. Better get used to it.

[amajorchord]

Oh, trust me, I'm verrrry wary of her. Hell hath no fury, right? It's just a good thing she knows it's in my nature to bluntly patronize her.

[notjustinthemirror]

At least she knows what she's getting into.

You're gonna have to be a lot more talkative at one of those games.

[amajorchord]

On the contrary, I don't think she does.

Oh no, whatever will I do -- oh, right. Lie, like I do about pretty much everything. I might even be lying right now. Who knows?

bffs these two

[notjustinthemirror]

Then what are you worried about? Lying solves a lot. Especially when you're lying to yourself.

the beginning of a possibly dangerous friendship!

[amajorchord]

Ah, never to myself. That's pointless. It's really mostly a problem of mistrust.

[He doesn't trust me. What's up with that?]

Dangerous for the Demon here who doesnt want to be in a box.

[notjustinthemirror]

Hmm. I wouldn't call it pointless. It more a means of .. stalling.

If your mundane does something you don't like just pick up her brain and shake it. It's like turning it off and on again. Works wonders for me anyway.

[amajorchord]

That's a good idea. I'll have to remember that. [Slyyyy look at the mun.] Not much I'd consider having to be "stalled" in this brain of mine, but... point.

[notjustinthemirror]

I do try.

[ He is ever the helper.]

Where you planning on going?