muse takes offense to her backstory.

[muddler]

I'm perfectly fine with the murders. Thrilled, even. No, no, the whole memory loss schtick doesn't bother me either. Oh, for crying out loud... that's not what I want to talk about! What? Look-- could you just--

[A frustrated sigh. She presses her hand to her face.]

Miss Mun. I like you. We're partners, you and I. But will you sit down, shut up, and listen to what I'm saying?

... good. Swell.

Look, let me give it to you straight here. I work alone. This partnership of ours? It's a rare exception. I don't need a bumbling buffoon following me around just because you think I need a sidekick. Nope. Don't try to tell me that he's anything otherwise. That's exactly what he is, minus the usefulness. I know what you're gunning for here, and I don't appreciate you trying to shoehorn someone into my romantic life. That's the kind of writing cheap hacks do.

Don't try to lie to me-- hey! Get back here! We're going to fix this mistake whether you like it or not!

Comments

[notbloodylikely]

Question! They the comic relief kind of bumbling buffoon or the danger to themselves and others type?

[muddler]

Let's go with both. Heck, I think the guy's really just one huge joke.

[notbloodylikely]

Sounds to me like the wonderful word 'expensable' rolls right off the tongue on this topic. Now, about this romantic life... That's something I'd like to talk about.

[muddler]

Sorry, bub. I'm not going out with you.

[notbloodylikely]

I hear a 'yet' you didn't say.

[except actually he's just being a pain in the neck]

[muddler]

It's probably because you missed the 'no' I did say.

[notbloodylikely]

It didn't miss.

[Wait for it, he is raising an eyebrow like 'prepare yourself'.]

I dodged.

[muddler]

Wow.

Do you want a do-over on that one?

[notbloodylikely]

S'cool, it'll grow on you.

[muddler]

Kiddo, believe me when I say you're not my type.

Before you ask, no. You're not welcome to test that theory.

[notbloodylikely]

You say that, but imagine how little mankind would progress if they had such a sad attitude. You're a detriment to human advancement.

[muddler]

Aaand I take it that you're the prime example of human ingenuity?

[notbloodylikely]

Well, I'm more a perfect physical specimen, but yeah basically.

[muddler]

Dial back the narcissism, buddy. Girls like hearing compliments about themselves. Not so much for the flirts.

[notbloodylikely]

See, we've gone from 'no chance' to 'here's how to do it.' I knew you were a girl with taste.

[muddler]

Don't get excited, now. I'm only telling you this so you can hit on some other girl and leave me alone. Note the word "other."

[notbloodylikely]

Sorry gorgeous, but I make it a rule to forget everything when there's a good looking girl right there. "Other" is non-existent for now.

[muddler]

You just don't know when to quit, huh?

[notbloodylikely]

Nope. No experience in that field.

[muddler]

I don't know if I should say you're persistent or really dumb.

[notbloodylikely]

Best of both, I'm really persistent.

[muddler]

Okay. Better question. Are you capable of speaking to the opposite sex without slipping in a terrible pick-up?

[notbloodylikely]

And how, sweetheart, do you know this isn't something unique to you?

[Actual answer: usually about by the third conversation, where frequency is 40% pick-up lines.]

[muddler]

You're not the first desperate guy I've met.

[notbloodylikely]

And how do you know it wasn't you that kicked it off then? Maybe your ego should be a bit bigger, huh?

[muddler]

Ha! That's the first time someone's said that to me!

Trust me, a big ego's exactly what I got.

[notbloodylikely]

Yeah?

[He takes a step back, places a finger on his chin and looks her over from ankles to face.]

...Nope, still needs to be bigger.

[muddler]

[She cocks an eyebrow at that.]

... what do you think you're doing? I'm not for your ogling pleasure here, bub.

[notbloodylikely]

And yet, here I am, taking pleasure in ogling.

[muddler]

[She narrows her eyes and places her hands on her hips.]

You got three seconds to beat it.

[notbloodylikely]

Wow, that's pretty vulgar, ain't it?

[He mimics her pose, although he does it with his thumbs hooked into his waistband. With a smile that says that yes, he is taking 'beat it' in a dirty way.]

[muddler]

[She doesn't reply to that. She spends a solid half a minute glaring at him before turning around to leave.]

[notbloodylikely]

[He keeps up his grin until she turns around, at which point he gets a more neutral look. Don't need it if no one's looking.

Still, one last comment-]

You can't tell, but I'm ogling from this angle too.

[muddler]

[She waves a dismissive hand, not bothering to turn around.]

Noooot listening. Bye.

[reigndrop]

Boy trouble?

[muddler]

Yeah. That's one way of putting it, I guess.

[reigndrop]

...I guess you guys have to be compatible on some level if they're still defending him being around, if it's... erm, for that reason, anyway...

[muddler]

Hey! Don't encourage her. I sure as heck didn't sign up to fall for some chump.

[reigndrop]

Never said romantically. Sometimes it's just good to have someone watching your back, right?

[muddler]

Oh.

Well, when the someone in question isn't as... how to put this... skilled, it tends to be more of a problem than an asset.

[reigndrop]

Ah... I get it. [Quiet chuckle, pulling the hat a little over his face.]

Don't suppose you could give the guy some time? Heh...

[muddler]

[She replies with the most mature answer:] Uuuuuugh.

At this rate I'll be spending all my time with him.

[reigndrop]

[more laughing from King, which is usually rare. She reminds him of a friend.]

Hang in there, hm? Don't know the guy, but he sounds like a character.

[muddler]

Thanks, kiddo. [She hesitates before grudgingly adding:] He's not... that kinda trouble. That's the problem. He just doesn't belong where I'll be going. You follow?

[reigndrop]

... Where exactly are you going?

[muddler]

I got my sights on a game or two. One's a run-down underwater city, the other's a war game. Both are pretty nasty, but I'm sure can get a lotta loot from both of them.

[reigndrop]

Ah, so it's that kind of thing. ...You're worried he'll get hurt or something...?

[muddler]

I've got nothing personal against him. [Disregarding her rant in the post.] But the last thing I need is dead weight. He's a risk to my plans.

So... yes. You can say I'm worried.