Old muse is not thrilled.

[punishedme]

I was reasonably content to sit and watch you "torture" others. There's no need to add me into the fray with one of these journals. I think I've about earned my dues, thank you very much.

[She crosses her arms.]

If you get extra crazy and decide to stick me in a horror game or something? I will put a tire iron through your skull. Fair warning. I know how you work by now.

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[punishedme]

That's what the tire iron's for.

[She doesn't hurt people anymore. Just... things.]

I'd try to make myself harder to write, but that's... difficult when you've been around as long as I have.

[portender]

I've been around a while myself. I understand.

[punishedme]

[Joss grins. It's not an expression she carries very often.]

I'd brofist you, but... I have no idea what a brofist is.

[portender]

[He laughs slightly.]

I'm not sure I know, either.

[Chronologically speaking he probably should, but he was left to his own devices growing up.]

[punishedme]

Well, consider yourself given one. Until I figure it out.

[Because it really can't be punching someone in their fist.]

[portender]

[That makes him smile.]

To you as well.

[punishedme]

We old muses have to stick together. Or something.

[portender]

Something like that.

Do stay safe. I wouldn't want anything happening to you.

[punishedme]

I try. Doesn't always work out, but I try.

[portender]

I don't know what you'll be up against, but I wish you luck.

[punishedme]

Thanks. You, too, if yours is planning on sending you somewhere.

[portender]

Thank you.