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ellen_harvelle) wrote in
dear_mun2012-12-28 12:39 am
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Muse is not happy with mun
Good god, girl get some damned sleep! Yes, I know you got all that work to do but you can barely see straight, you can't breathe right, and your sinuses sound like an advertisement for one of the Four Horsemen.
Yes, I can make that joke. Death himself came for me; I can make a joke about horsemen.
You're too damned sick to be sitting up, this late at night, worrying about this shit. And yes, I know, you don't have a choice. But holy hell.
... You know, you're whinier than any man with a cold I've ever met.
Go get some sleep. At least a few hours. Trust me. The house'll still be standing when you wake up.
No. BED. Not the damned couch, either.
Are you sure you ain't a Winchester?
Yes, I can make that joke. Death himself came for me; I can make a joke about horsemen.
You're too damned sick to be sitting up, this late at night, worrying about this shit. And yes, I know, you don't have a choice. But holy hell.
... You know, you're whinier than any man with a cold I've ever met.
Go get some sleep. At least a few hours. Trust me. The house'll still be standing when you wake up.
No. BED. Not the damned couch, either.
Are you sure you ain't a Winchester?

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[a beat.] It's still good to see you.
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No, I know... it's just I get shoved places where you're not exactly around. So, seeing you is a good thing. [another beat.] Y'know, for a change.
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Anytime, Jo.
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