[on possibly starting a new game]

[gibken]

Mun.

Why do you enjoy it so much when I suffer?

My life was not hard enough in the canon universe, now you're sending me to play in this universe with a friendly Basco and a very not dead Sid?

Because I'm supposed to just handle that?

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

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[bamick]

So don't.

Stay.

[gibken]

What about the other me?

[bamick]

I'll get him back, too.

And before you say anything, no, I'm not trying to create a harem. I just... his place is here, but yours is, too, if you want it.

[gibken]

That would be a little creepy.

You know the mun split me in two once? Yeah. Only one was a violence-hungry sociopath and the other was a codependent baker.

I have to go back. Marvelous wouldn't survive long without me.

[bamick]

[smacks you in the shoulder]

You know what I mean.

...If you have to go back, you have to go back. But I'll miss you.

Mine's raising her eyebrows at *that*. That must've hurt.

[gibken]

I'll... I'll more than miss you.

Not really. She writes a lot of wonderful fics that she never finishes. That's one. I've been stuck in a female body in another. And there's a work in progress where the rest of the crew except Gai is enchanted into hating me.

...I think she hates me, Sid-sempai.

[bamick]

[stares at you, sighs]

Maybe we can figure out a way you can visit. I'm not about to tell you to abandon your duty to your friends.

[I want to, but I won't]

Wow. Yeah, that sounds pretty conclusive.

[gibken]

That would be nice. Sounds difficult, though.

...She swears she loves me the most out of everything ever but it's really hard to believe.

[bamick]

Yeah, especially if she's trapped you in her headspace with *that* guy.

[resisting the urge to tuck you under my arm and RUN]

[gibken]

...

[side eye at Enter]

[side eye at Basco]

...

Which one?

[bamick]

...you're kidding. There's another one in there now too?

[gibken]

Sid-sempai... [winces] You don't even know the half of it.

[bamick]

So tell me.

[gibken]

I dunno. I mean, there's a Basco. And generally he's alright, I mean, he's your Basco. Except when he's not.

And then there's this new guy and he doesn't talk a lot but he's just kind of creepy.

[pouts]

[bamick]

Basco?! --oh, mine, okay. What do you mean except when he's not?

[frowning at you, tempted to jump over there and help you NEVER MIND THE LAWS OF PHYSICS]

[gibken]

[more pouting]

She writes... a lot of fanfic, you know. Lots and lots. And sometimes Basco is not as good as yours is.

[bamick]

[is that why you're wearing your being unexpectedly groped by Basco expression?!]

[full on scowling now, doesn't say anything]

[gibken]

[she says I like it more than that, I beg to differ]

Well, okay. Sometimes he's alright.

There's one universe where I'm the crazy Zangyack killing machine.

She hates me.

[bamick]

[she would :(]

...

Let me help.

Mine has a universe where you knocked me out, and you were the one transformed into B- into that thing. I think we need to emancipate ourselves.

[gibken]

[I don't! Like it. That is. Always.]

I wish I knew how...

...She wants to know more. [frowns] I don't like her, Sid-sempai.

[bamick]

[ogod Joe I leave you alone for ONE MINUTE and you become a total bottom]

[heavy sigh]

There's... there's a lot of angst, but I'm beginning to learn that's fairly typical for things involving you and me.

[gibken]

[are you fucking kidding me I have always been a total bottom]

I think the muns think we're not capable of being happy. Why is that?

[bamick]

[...maybe I didn't notice so much when you were under me]

Mine likes fluff for fic, and sometimes for tagging. But she finds it boring the rest of the time.

[whimper]

[gibken]

[what can I say, I live to be of service.]

Mine is okay with reading fluff, but she claims she can't write it.

[whine]

[bamick]

[...you do it impressively]

Mine finds it a lot easier to write in short bursts, and due to her crappy attention span it's a lot more likely that she'll manage short fluff than long angst. She loves reading angst, though.

[arm around you, tucking you in against my side]