Mun; Um, they’re nice and all, but I’m kinda with Lu on this one. I don’t see the point of them. I’d rather they were left alone to just grow. It’s a bit sad really — they’re nice for like two or three days, and you kinda just sit there and watch them die.
Muse; I’m surprised you have even the vaguest insight to it.
Mun; I’m also really shitty at keeping houseplants alive.
Muse; How can you kill houseplants?
Mun; It’s easier than you think. I’ve managed to kill cacti. I don’t think anyone is supposed to be able to do that. I did.
Mun; I have bamboo. The bamboo has survived, I’m quite proud of myself.
Muse; You’re pathetic.
Mun; I tried?
Mun; Awww… A thimble. That’s cute!
Muse; Assuming the reference to a thimble being a kiss.
Mun; Well, yuhuh.
Muse; So it’s really a choice between a kiss and a kiss?
Mun; Well, you can take it as a literal thimble if you want. I didn’t see you as much of a tailor though.
Muse; Then I’d choose the kiss.
Mun; The thimble is more symbolic. It’s innocent. A token of something desired from someone who doesn’t understand, and then there IS the kiss and it’s just, sweet and chaste and…
Muse; It’s still a kiss.
Mun; You know for someone who can get real freaking lyrical sometimes, you’re a bit of a butt when it comes to poetic metaphors.
Mun; I don’t think I’m an angry person…
Mun; …IN GENERAL. I have a long fuse and then when I blow, I guess I blow big.
Muse; Do you have any idea how that sounds?
Muse; Never mind.
Mun; Oh… OH. Yeah. Um, Wrath.
Mun; It’s a choice between two. Pick one.
Mun; Why do you have to be difficult?
Muse; They’re cardinal sins. If I HAVE TO pick one, I’d rather pick the one I WANT.
Mun; …That was easier than I thought.
Muse; Why are you still here…?
Muse; If he sees ‘Erik’ he’ll kill you.
Mun; He will. Eric. Or Eirikr. Never ‘Erik’.
Muse; Sickening as it is to admit that you’re right about anything, you are right about that.
Mun; Anyway. Back to the point. Askars… Ho sheet… I would lick that man from tip to toe and back again.
Mun; Aska— Alexander Skarsgard. He’s the actor who plays Eric Northman on True Blood.
Mun; …. ERIC… Is… Someone I hadn’t really encountered intil I started rp’ing. And I met my precious snowflake—
Mun; …MY PRECIOUS SNOWFLAKE. Shutthefuckup. In a group rp. And over two years later… here we are. Everything I know about Eric and True Blood is because of them. I still haven’t watched it O_o — s’bad, I know.
Muse; You do realise that our lives are not your pathetic little ‘fictional’ fantasy, yes?
Mun; Um… yes? ( No. )
Muse; Eric is the love of my life. I have existed for so long without knowing — barely remembering what it meant, to love. And never like this… Passionate, raw…
Mun; Should I… Go?
Muse; …Primal. Something that was unexpected — stunningly complex, fascinatingly simple. Easy in parts and impossible in others. His soul is infinitely beautiful to me…
Mun; Yeah, I’m just gonna…
Muse; …Temptation embodied in a singular being. People talk about soulmates - hardly possibly when you don’t possess one, but the meaning remains the same…
Mun; …-sigh- Laters Lu…
Because you’re mean to me.
I’m ‘Satan’. It’s in the job description.
no she doesnt love you go away. i love you too
Why not? I’m very loveable.
Muse; What’s a smoo—
Mun; A KISS. It’s a kiss.
Muse; Oh. Oh. Why didn’t they just say kiss?
Mun; Because it’s not the ‘tongue down you’re throat trying to eat someone else’s face’ kind of kiss. It’s like… A nice kiss. A sweet kiss.
Muse; They still could have just said ‘kiss’.
Mun; You’re a pedantic fucker, aren’t you?
Muse; They should just say what they mean.
Muse; I suppose, if you’d like me to use the rather obscure terminology. Then… ‘Smooches’.
Muse; Those kisses where it’s just a breath, or a brush of lips, closeness without that ravenous impulse. Temptation there, waiting for the offer of ‘more’… Hovering just at the periphery but not taking it. Not demanding. Intimacy, tenderness…
Mun; You can stop now.
Muse; Hm? Oh… Yes… Right. Um.
Mun; I LOVE YOU!
Muse; It’s loud and annoying. Actually, so are you. Less loud. More annoying.
Mun; Yes to the first, no to the second. You just can’t handle it.
Muse; I don’t WANT to handle it.
Muse; I’m a wavelength of celestial intent who happens to be housed in a male vessel and I am in an intimate physical relationship with another male. So yes. And you’re gay. You’re in lesbionics with it.
Mun; ‘Her’… Not ‘it’. Lesbi— What!? What are you, seven? You sound like a petulant child. Actually, you sound like that a lot of the time… So?
Mun; JFC. You’re an asshole.
Muse; And you’re like some kind of immensely unwanted and unneeded phantom appendage. Go away.
Mun; We’re supposed to talk. That’s the point of this.
Muse; There is barely any point to YOU, let alone this.
Mun; Be nice.
Mun; -sighs forever- Love you baby.