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[gleans]

Look, you know I hate getting angry at you, so I'll keep it short: I just wanna make sure you know that you fucking owe us. Both of you.

Thanks for your fucking time.

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[onteamdyson]

Daaaaang, Squishy. Breaking out the big boy words. Just kiss and make up already, jeeze. You know they're gonna balance out all the terribad, horrinope with some smooshieness eventually.

[gleans]

Maybe. What if the next big thing happens before he can even like -- partially recover?

[onteamdyson]

Theeeeeeeeeeeen ... we take turns wiping drool from the corner of his mouth, keep him away from sharp things and electrical outlets, and invest in the most hardcore of safety helmets for his mushy brain. [Shrug] We deal. He's tough! He'll be fiiiiine.

... Mostly.

[gleans]

Nnnnnot a big help, but thanks, Kenz.

Oh yeah, just warning you: when you go, I'm considering your eyeliner fair game.

[onteamdyson]

Whatevs, I am the most helpful-- HEY! NO! Galen, I swear to god, if you can even find my secret eyeliner stash and then touch it and then use it, I will facepunch you into an alternate universe.

[Lies! He's too cute to maim.]

[gleans]

Uh, wow, make it sound like I have cooties. Rude much?

[onteamdyson]

It's not a matter of cooties! It's a matter of really, really, really, really limited supply. One of the new ones is already down to a nub! A nub, Galen!

The hell am I supposed to do without that stuff? Use a sharpie? ... Man, I wonder if someone could tattoo it onto my face.

[gleans]

Oh, shit -- we can like, burn some wood, make some charcoal. That's gotta be a healthy solution, right? What'd the Egyptians use?

[onteamdyson]

The ashes of mummified rock stars that messed with their bff's actual eyeliner.

[gleans]

Good thing I don't know any rock stars.

[onteamdyson]

Good thing I am fluent in the mummification of smartasses, jerkwads, cutiepies, and squishy things, too, as a substitute. I am so incredibly well-prepared for this, you don't even know.

... You gonna miss me or something?

[gleans]

Maybe. Maybe I won't use the eyeliner, maybe I'll just keep it with me as a weird memento. For... a day.

[onteamdyson]

Wow, Galen, that's not creepy at all. Stealing your hoodie is way the hell more normal than that shiz. Way to be eccentric. You better build a shrine to me in my room or something. Offer up delicious food to the Kenzi-spirits. I want at least three gallons of man tears from the both of you. Deal?!

[gleans]

I don't think we can do all that in twenty-four hours, but it's the thought that counts, right?

[onteamdyson]

What about forty-eight hours? What about seventy-two hours?! What about--

... I'll try to keep the trip short. You guys can't even function without me, anyway. Seriously.

[gleans]

True enough, dude. We're a team, without you we're down shit creek with one less paddle.

[rigging]

Man, I ain't even the person you're talking to and I'm about t'piss myself in fear.

Y'know she's laughing, though.

[gleans]

Yeah, I know, I'm nonthreatening and shit. I just -- I want something to make up for everything that just happened. An agreement, y'know?

[rigging]

Nah, you can be terrifying when you wanna be, songbird. [ You just, y'know. Have to take your glasses off, because you're a dork. ] But yeah. I get what y'mean. S'not gonna happen, though, it never does. You probly heard the horror stories from the vampires.

[gleans]

[ >B( ] It could. I know my end feels sorry. And I know those two got a fucking break every once in a while, too, so.

[rigging]

I bet your end feels sorry.

[gleans]

Ahahahaha. I'd ask if you're being cute, but that means you would have had to have stopped at some point.

[rigging]

Oh my god, shut th'fuck up. You're gross. [ But he'll give you a kiss anyway. ]

[gleans]

[ HE IS THE WINNER. ] You're gross, but hey, I like it.