dear_mun | So much to do, and yet...

Insomniac mun?

More like masochism just for the sake of it.

Also, hi. Where the fuck have you been?

I've been around.

Uh, like where?

Just. Around.

Mun doesn't have me anywhere really. I'm just kind of...here.

Sounds like a fucking blast.

Wanna know where I am? Sure you do. I'm in a city with no fucking light, no heat, and the city itself? Has a really sick sense of humor.

Sounds fucked up.

No shit Sherlock. Someone's a Real Detective.

And what's wrong with you? You're all quiet. And broody.

What does someone say to all that shit? And distracted by mun checking out games.

Maybe you could say 'hey Deb, that sucks. I wish I could help you out somehow.' At least you got the first half mostly right.

What kind of games? Mine is all obsessed with this one, even though Dex isn't here. At least Frank is here.]

Hey Deb, that sucks. I wish I could help you out somehow.

[Smug bastard.]

[Flat stare.] You're a dickface, Quinn. A big fat, veiny dickface. And the big fat veiny dickface didn't answer my question.

She doesn't know what kind of game yet. She's just looking.

Well, you know where I am. Next time you see me I might have a nice self-made badge that says Abax's One and Only Homicide Detective.

Mun was looking at that game. She sees it mentioned a lot.

Mine seems to like it more than is healthy. She has me and... fuck. Too many other people. And if the rumors are correct she's bringing in some weird sort of space cricket next.

Seconded.

I'll grab her legs.

See, we got a dilemma here, though. The more we complain about her not being in bed, the longer she's gonna be awake.

She's not going to go the fuck to bed, apparently. If she throws up tomorrow from lack of sleep I'm the first in line to tell her 'I fucking told you so'.