dear_mun | Plugging away at a towerofanimus app

[Jyuji shifts his weight from one foot to the other and sighs, palpably irritated.]

You've gotta be joking, right? It's just like you, getting into crap that's way over your head like a stupid kid. You barely managed to stay in the game this last round.

So you were sick? So what? Can't have been that bad since you never took a hiatus. And how much does it really take out of you to sit in a chair and type up some nonsense, anyway? If it's that damned hard, don't try to drag me there. I know about that dump. I know what goes on there. I know you know I damn well won't like it in that stinking prison you call a tower. Do yourself a favour and drop it.

[Of course, he's more confrontational than the mun's other pup, and more likely to get involved around the Tower whether he likes it or not. He knows this, too. He's ramped up his sulking lately in an effort to put off the drive to app him in.]

I'm serious, you little brat. Back the hell off. Wild horses couldn't get me through the door and I'm pretty sure your app won't, either. Have you actually stopped and read it yourself? It's a piece of garbage. [His sneer twists the scars near the corner of his mouth and he raises his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender.] But hey, you want to make a fool of yourself on this one, guess I can't do much to stop you.

[This is probably not the right thing to say. He sticks by it.]