old muse isn't thrilled about recent conversations with a PSL partner

[lovesaidno]

Relax. I get it, you're excited. I'm excited about getting to stretch my legs again, believe me. But we left off in a good place, you know? I was happy.

No, I know you could fit a ton of backstory into the space before that happened. There's six years worth of blank space, you could come up with anything you wanted. Think about that. Anything.

... and you're thinking more zombies? You've got to be out of your mind. Thanks but no thanks, we've been through that whole routine before. If I'm coming back for another go around, I'm going to Hawaii.

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[needlenose]

Tch, zombies. They ain't so tough.

[Well, for him anyway. You smaller, weaker humans might have some issues. None of which are really his problem, so good luck with that.]

[lovesaidno]

[He can hold his own just fine, thanks. Er, most of the time. It's the crazy tentacle-ladies with syringes of virus samples they just so happen to keep handy that you've got to worry about. Honest.]

I'm not even allowed to keep my guns, though! [He really likes those!] I wouldn't mind if-- well, okay, no. I'd still prefer Hawaii. But it'd be nice to have those if I was going to get dumped into some zombie wasteland anyway.

[needlenose]

What, you ain't any good with your fists?

[Or a crowbar, or a lead pipe, or a hammer, heck even a tree branch or something.]

[lovesaidno]

[Horror. All of it.]

You let them get close enough for that?

[needlenose]

I ain't dealin' with no zombies. Even if I was, nothin' can hurt me!

[...not...entirely true, but what tough guy worth his salt goes around spoutin' off about his weaknesses?]