You got it. I don't need a depressed person in the fold, and she's liable to get herself killed by acting stupid. Granted, that could happen regardless of whether I tell her...
It's worth time to think about, in a place like this.
True enough. People around here seem to get weepy and weirded out for no reason. I mean geez, seriously. I ignore so many messages over the journals because half the time its just some kid freaking out because his nose turned purple or somethin'
[Not even missing a beat, the long-arm of the law coolly reached into his trench coat and flung out a pair of handcuffs, hurling them with the oft-mentioned, but rarely scene superhuman accuracy. He'd known this was coming. Since the minute that bastard had walked in the door...]
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It's worth time to think about, in a place like this.
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...Thanks, Pops. Seriously. Thanks.
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...But there is one more thing.
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And what's that?
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he pokes Pops on the arm.]
TAG!!!!
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Messed up as he was, he didn't really feel like fighting.
He grins, only a little sheepish at being caught--then again, he hadn't been too subtle, and this was only an after thought.
Mostly.]
Ha ha~ You caught me, Pops.
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Tag. No backsies.