One (1) frustrated muse

[backseatdriver]

Mun, you seem to be under the impression that I want to be dragged out of my nice, quiet life and forced into some weird place. I'd object to that, but, well. Goes without saying, doesn't it?

Oh, and I appreciate your concern for me, but I don't need "someone to argue with" as much as you think I do.

Really, I don't.

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[claws_and_effect]

[Hi Mr. Hobo! Have a talking, humanoid werecat staring at you. Man there are a lot of normies whining around here.]

Now now. That's definitely a defeatist attitude, isn't it? Why so glum? Dish.

[She may be an asshole, but that doesn't mean she'd kick people when they were down, not even normies. Digging into her pocket she pulls out a piece of chocolate and holds it out on her palm]

Also, that is some amazing hair.

[backseatdriver]

What makes you think I'm "down?" Or a "normie?" Whatever that is.

[ eyeing that chocolate ]

Thanks. Your hair is unique, too.

[claws_and_effect]

[She gives you a smirk.]

You're acting down. And you ARE a normie. A normie's anyone who isn't a monster. And you're obviously not.

[She's doing that cat thing of acting like you're beneath her, man. But she's sure as heck listening.]

And thank you. My hair is naturally this way.

[backseatdriver]

So's mine. [ a laugh ] And I think you need to work on your people-reading abilities.

[claws_and_effect]

You're quite right. I have trouble reading normies. I only go to school with ONE normie, and he is a dork.

[backseatdriver]

Mun insists I'm a dork, too, and you're doing no better by talking to me.

[claws_and_effect]

Ah. But you're an interesting dork.

The one I go to school with isn't that interesting.

So. I must ask. What is your nice, quiet life like?

[She'll try to get your story, bro. She's not a gossip. But you seem like you need help...]

[backseatdriver]

[ really, he doesn't need that much help! ]

Well, I have a daughter who's probably around your age.

[ventimachismo]

Gonna stay hidden forever, Trite?

[backseatdriver]

Don't think of it as "hidden." Think of it as "unfound."