considering a few places.

[comas]

Fuck you.

If you think I'm going anywhere, or that you even have it together enough to fucking send me anywhere, you're delusional.

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HELLO let me tag you

[rancors]

At least yours got herself a good pair.

[comas]

Of— [ A beat. ] —shoes?

[rancors]

That too.

[ She'd laugh, but. ]

Can a girl ask what your options are?

[comas]

[ She rolls her eyes. Fuck that. Not so much options as it is rock and a hard place. ]

Either being this girl's go-to for fuckin' tricks, or sitting in a corner gathering dust. And I'm not gonna be considering some death-barge.

[rancors]

Well, can't have that. Ships are all crap, anyway. Nothing like the solid land, is what I think.

You're not a sailor, though?

[likebreathing]

[haaahahahaha sorry jess he's laughing at you.]

Good luck with that.

[comas]

[ Fuck you. ]

It's not Mission Impossible.

[likebreathing]

Might as well be. These people get an idea, they don't ever let go.

[smirking.]

But I'll keep you in my thoughts, and all that.

[comas]

[ Can you feel the love? Can you? ]

Don't give me that bullshit. No you won't.

[likebreathing]

[oh he's drowning in it, rest assured.]

Hey, I already did my time. Literally. [shit fucking sucked, man.] 'Least you're still in the arguing stage.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Being delusional that way seems to be frequent in muns. [glaring at some of the other muses in this headspace. Why where they ever let loose, he wonders.]

[epidermis]

Dang, Jess. Only two cusses? Got room for at least a couple more in there.

[comas]

Ha ha ha. You think you're so fucking clever.

[epidermis]

[aaand there I go clicking hover boxes...]

I'm just sayin'. Even verbs get lonely.

[comas]

[ Do you mean death traps?

And in completely mature fashion

Jessica just

flips him the bird. ]

[epidermis]

[Widdle cuddly boxes... of death. :(

Also stop that Jessica you know how he do.]

Come on. I'm at least a little clever.

[comas]

[ She makes a face, then pulls her thumb and forefinger into a tiny gap. ]

Not that fucking often.

[epidermis]

I'm sorry you're in a shitty situation, a'ight? Don't get pissy with me.

[comas]

[ Face. Except this time she feels a little bad. Behold, the true power of Luke Cage. ]

This shit blows. Why is gathering dust vs being sent to a hellship my only two fucking options?

[epidermis]

[Finding Jessica Jones' nougat center is his most underrated superpower.]

Shit, why does Immortus leave the house in that get-up? There ain't any fucking logic to it.