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[wastedlife]

Are you serious? What are you doing?

This is a terrible idea. You know it. I know it. Just stop. Just go back to what you were doing and let me alone.

I've had enough of this. All of this.

Just.

No.

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this is probably a bad idea...

[smash_stuff]

[........]


You don't look well. [That's not ALL he could say about how you look. Bruce is a little creeped out right now]

or a great idea!

[wastedlife]

Don't I?

[And you look suspiciously familiar. He wonders if he's starting to crack up again.]

What's wrong with me?

[smash_stuff]

If...I had to guess, I would say lack of sleep? [Based on the dark baggy circles around the other's eyes alone, it's not a bad guess.]

[wastedlife]

That's a good guess. You have insomnia too?

[smash_stuff]

[faint smile]

Only when I'm up all night.

[His is more fear of dreaming than real insomnia, but the same effect.]

I don't usually talk to myself though, not like this anyway.

[wastedlife]

I'd say I don't either, but lately?

[He sighs.]

Lately, things have been a little weird for me.

[smash_stuff]

[Uh oh]

Weird how?

[Weird like losing control to a green rage monster?]

[wastedlife]

Weird like finding out that there's this other part of me I can't control that's...

[He shakes his head.]

It's—It's crazy. Never mind.

[smash_stuff]

[Cue all the blood draining away from Bruce's face. That was way too on the mark there.]

...like someone else in your head? [Please say no, please say no]

[wastedlife]

[Under his breath, he chuckles with bitter amusement.]

Yeah. Like someone else in my head. Until he comes out and makes a mess.

[He notices his pallor, though, and gives him a tiny, wry smile.]

Hey, listen, don't worry. I'm me right now. He's not coming out.

[smash_stuff]

[Bruce sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He'll be sitting down now.]

Yeah, I know...a mess is an understatement. [At least for him, it is.]

Thanks. I'll try to do the same. [wryly]

/waves nervously

[self_destruction]

You say tomato I say tomato - there are no terrible ideas, only poorly executed ideas. That's what they say isn't it? About questions, there are no stupid questions.

hello!

[wastedlife]

Don't start, Tyler. There are plenty of stupid questions. You know that.

hi aaa I haven't let him out in ages

[self_destruction]

All questions were important at some time, they lose their value when there are answers. Every question is going to be stupid one day.

You look like shit.

I'm glad you did now!

[wastedlife]

And you look great. Thanks. For the insult and the philosophy lesson.

Me too, I've surprisingly never tagged a narrator

[self_destruction]

Here's a good one; which came first, the chicken or the egg?

[Tyler grins, yeah, now he's just being an asshole.]

You planning on going anywhere?

There needs to be more of them around

[wastedlife]

Ha ha.

[It crosses his mind to say something sarcastic, but he's done this song and dance long enough to know that whatever he says, Tyler will have something more clever to say in return.]

Something tells me that my plans aren't really a priority. Or a concern at all. Otherwise, I'd say yes, I plan on going home.