Don't look at me.

[dontevenknowyou]

...seriously?

Aren't you supposed to be figuring out all of the people who are already in here? Why did you add me? And no, I'm not your type, I'm—

Okay, yeah. I'm your type.

[He squeezes his eyes shut, pinches the bridge of his nose. Why is it always him?]

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because I have no one else. sob. <3?

[asthedrivensnow]

...welcome to the madhouse?

[dontevenknowyou]

[He laughs, a little hysterically.]

Thanks. That's a pretty good description of this headspace I'm in.

[asthedrivensnow]

Accuracy is commendable, I suppose. Though it's worth pointing out there are some relatively easy to get along with people in there; I wouldn't be too distressed.

[dontevenknowyou]

Good to know. Maybe there's a sane corner.

You're lucky to have the whole place to yourself.

[outofclothes]

Just keep your head down. Really down.

...


Really, really down. Then she might overlook you.

[dontevenknowyou]

Develop a permanent crick in my neck, or get sent somewhere dangerous.

I'll go with the crick.

[outofclothes]

Hey, look at that. [He grins.] A guy with sense.

Name's Stark.

[dontevenknowyou]

Sam.

Mun's the first to remind me that I don't always have sense.

[outofclothes]

And mine's the first to point out what a dick I am. [He shrugs.] Water off a duck's back.

[asthedrivensnow]

Sanity is relative, isn't it?

And yes, I suppose so. It has its own downfalls, but in general, it's nice to have room. So to speak. [Because haha, he's also crazy tall.]

[dontevenknowyou]

[Dicks, he can work with.]

She's already got that with Lucifer and a few others. If I stay quiet, maybe she'll forget about me.

[outofclothes]

Lucifer's got nothing on Daddy if you ask me.

[dontevenknowyou]

[A brief flash of a smile.]

Yeah, it is. It really is.

Does being the only muse get lonely or something?

[dontevenknowyou]

[He laughs softly.]

The ultimate deadbeat dad, right?

[...no, but really, watching Cas deal with that had been... painful.]

[asthedrivensnow]

Sometimes. My mun has a ridiculous amount of what might be termed extracurricular activities occurring a lot of the time. I really only get hex-happy when she's on break.

And it's hard to find other muses from my era, which is why she throws me into unfortunate situations.

[outofclothes]

Complete with Mariah Carey-level nervous breakdowns.

[dontevenknowyou]

How unfortunate?

[dontevenknowyou]

Somehow, I'm not really surprised.

[asthedrivensnow]

Oh, various nexus points, worlds from no escape inhabited by people I would never in my life associate with, that sort of thing.

She finds it amusing, which makes me wonder about her own relative sanity.

[dontevenknowyou]

I guess it makes them feel better when they make us feel rotten.

Cheap therapy.

[outofclothes]

But hey, if I had those assclowns for kids, I'd split, too. I could barely stand babysitting the Hellions.

[asthedrivensnow]

[She laughs.]

If I'm her therapy, then she has some deeper issues to look at!

[dontevenknowyou]

Should I ask?

[dontevenknowyou]

Well, maybe we can take that as a small victory.

[He grins.]

[outofclothes]

Angels are like the people you meet in a gated community but somehow more racist. And a little more Looney Tunes.

Aelita's probably the best example. She's on a cute little, psychotic warpath to kill the three remaining parts of God.