Dear Mun . . .

You forget me for a few years, then drag me back. It's been two since the last time I was around. [He would be irritated, but it's been refreshing being out of his Mun's crosshairs of pain. Morrison hasn't been that fortunate, but that wasn't Dark's problem.] Even after fourteen years of first dragging me into your nightmarish mindscape, you're still sentimental as hell.

[A pause, then a snort.]

Your attention span could put overworked switches to shame. I'd say 'find someone to play me with' to get your muse back so I'm not just gathering dust with the rest of the poor fools stuck in your head, but I feel like that would end in tragedy in more ways than one on my part.

[He's been around the block and through the grinder too many times to be hopeful that his Mun wouldn't throw him to the wolves purely for the angst.
His Mun may argue that, but Dark knows better. Goddesses, even all the angst and pain is nostalgic at this point. He was going mental.]

At least bring an apology gift basket the next time you decide to pull me from the confines of your mind after years of radio silence.

So... Halloween made you remember I exist?

[He has to roll his eyes a bit at that, a tiny pout crossing his face. It'd been more than two years since the last time his Mun had even batted an eyelash his direction, but what makes her remember is a holiday? A spooky holiday, which fit he supposed, but still...]

After so long, here I was oh so hoping that you'd forgotten about me entirely. How rude of you to dash my hopes like that. [The sarcasm in his voice was more joking than anything, he knew that his Mun wouldn't forget him. Lapse in memory every once in awhile perhaps, but never forget. Arms crossed, a light smile took over his expression.]

I do suppose this is the perfect reason to bring me back. Nothing makes the nighttime more spooky quite like a sentient shadow making things go bump in the night.