When Mun Flips Her Shit About Spoilers

[baufatherfigure]

Mun. Please stop freaking out.

I understand you can't stand her, and I know you think I'm going too fast with this.

Just-- calm down? Please? You're going to have a heart attack at this rate.

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[honorbeforeduty]

Tell her to take deep cleansing breaths? Assuming she doesn't just throw things at you like mine does.

[baufatherfigure]

She's done a lot worse than throw things at me. I did tell her to breathe easy, but she threatened to make my earaches from four years ago come back.

...plus her death glare is something terrifying to behold.

[honorbeforeduty]

[Whistles low.] I believe it... Muns are nasty things. --Uh. [He clears his throat.] I mean, they can be! ...Don't smite me, mun people. You guys really do have the worst tempers, though.

[...Sheepish grin?] I'm new to this whole muse business.

[baufatherfigure]

Just don't get on their bad side. And when you do, hide. Hope they don't find you and make you do terrible things. Or put you through a lot of torment.

[Like this muse! He's a fugitive from the law in one universe; not to mention he has a mirrored self-- which is him with a beard being a murderer and a rapist. Don't ask. Really long story.]

Mine gets moody, I end up hiding with a gun. [Dry.] Not that that ever works.

[honorbeforeduty]

Noted. [With a cringe.] I could do without torment, yeah.

[This mun watches Criminal Minds in passing and is intrigued. :|a]

So... you mean I can't just get my horse to sit on her when she comes after me? ...But that always works. [He's sorely disappointed.]

[baufatherfigure]

Well you could try the "horse sits on Mun" technique. I dunno. I just... glower. Or I get ticked off. Me yelling at her works too. [Half snort. This mun over here has a terrible love for Hotch and a dirty infatuation for Foyet.]

Apparently if I start stripping, she faints. Not really that good.