8D guess who's going to The Box~

[notblayde]

You're still not funny.

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[odekar]

It would seem they have something in common, then.

[notblayde]

So it would.

Remind me why we're putting up with all this again?

[odekar]

Well, beats sitting on the sidelines, doesn't it? Don't tell me you're not the least bit excited.

[notblayde]

Excited? What on earth is there to be excited for? Oh, boy! I can't wait to be completely eviscerated by a pack of dogs or ripped to pieces by the local, wondering crazies!

[Never mind the fact that the latter is possible back home.]

[odekar]

[That eyebrow that raises? It's calling Matt on that shit.]

If you're that concerned, I suppose we'll have to ramp up your combat training.

[notblayde]

[He immediately cringes back at the suggestion.]

Well, I suppose but... I'm afraid I'll have my hands full. All the tech, the networks you see - I'll be terribly busy trying to figure it all out. I can't take a second away from studying it. For our own good.

[odekar]

Matt.

[It's chiding, but fairly bemused.]

Deception was never your strong suit.

[notblayde]

Damn it.

[In an instant, his posture falls.]

Would you believe that combat training with you is scarier than the thought of wrestling a cougar?

[It's uncertain if the smile he offers her is sincere or not]

[odekar]

[His word choice steals most of that amusement.]

A cougar.

[notblayde]

[There's a brief second where he grins, before he remembers himself.

And he freezes like a deer in headlights.

And then he clears his throat.]

Er, the cat, that is.

[wills]

Don't worry, yeah? One of these days, that song's gotta run out of lyrics. But muns? They really don't run out of icons. Yours will have to move on, eventually.

[notblayde]

That's... Somewhat reassuring, actually.

[wills]

And then there's always new releases and different outfits and hair, and expressions, and ions they agonize over forever and then never use. Plus, you know, if there's any changes that develop in game and stuff. Mine cut off this scary lady's arm once. It was way gross.

Seriously, though. Never discount whim with these guys. They're kinda mental.

[notblayde]

... Well, so much for reassurance.

[wills]

Welcome to the mad house!

[Chipper.

As.

Can be.]

[notblayde]

I'm going to die, aren't I?

[wills]

Hey.

[Okay, fine, this is Willow going all sincere on him.]

Look they're... They're not all bad. And I know that's probably the least believable thing you've ever heard, but it's true. I mean, it can dangerous, yeah, and sometimes people... [Not worth finishing, clearly.]

But that's sometimes. That's not all the time. And yeah it's really shitty when they pull their crap and leave us to pick up the pieces, but sometimes it's kinda worth it, you know? I mean, you're one of those fancy canon types, so you don't really have your whole existence hinging on it, but there's a lot of really great people I never would have met without them. And I don't think I would change that, even if I could.

[notblayde]

[There's a long silence as he thinks about what she's said. It's obvious he doesn't really completely buy it, but...]

That was... Very nice of you to say. [He awkwardly pats her upper arm, as if she were a dog, or maybe a horse] You must have put a lot of thought into that and I... Appreciate it. I think?

[Sorry Wills. He's still mostly convinced that he's going to die. But at least he thinks you're nice about it!]

[wills]

[Oh. This is that thing where she gets patronized by people less emotionally mature than her. She's fairly used to it, having seen it quite a bit; thanks, largely, to Alfred. Her shoulders droop faintly but she just shakes her head.]

Whatever, don't fake it on my account. Just try not to freak yourself out over what might happen. It gets old real fast.

[dawning]

...Why are you going to 'the box'? Are you in some sort of time out?

[ He looks a little bit too old for that, to be honest. ]

[notblayde]

What? No, I'm not going to -

[Whoa. Back up. Wait.]

Who puts people to time out in a box?

[dawning]

Well, I imagine it's a little bit like a time-out chair but I think you're a little bit too big for one of those, and that's why they needed a box?

[notblayde]

[There's a long, awkward moment where all Matt can do is stare]

I... Don't quite think it works like that.

[dawning]

Well, the only other thing that goes into boxes is Pokemon and you sure don't look like one!

[ HUFF. ]

[notblayde]

Pokemon?

What, like...

[He eyes her suspiciously. water u talkin bout dawn]

Pocket monsters?