[ch. 5] wednesday, w/ magnus

[asswipe]

[She waits until the initial panic and hubbub winds down because, honestly, crowding around the injured seems like it'll do more harm than good. Once everyone is presumably taken care of, she approaches her partner... wherever he is after that mess.]

Hey— Um, hey. How are you feeling?

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[wearys]

I wish it was a cruise. It's a big yellow Viking boat my dad gave me. It turns into a napkin?

[ he does but he'd listen to her normal life complaints. ]

The ocean. Bottom of, on a pirate ship.

[asswipe]

It turns into a— [...] Nevermind. I don't think my suspension of disbelief is ready for that.

[What happened to normal Earth, lord.]

... Yeah, you definitely made a good decision passing up on the obvious pirate ship traps. God. What the fuck. Why couldn't everyone meet a nice yeti?

[wearys]

Honestly, at this point, I think I like telling people these things just to see their reactions.

[ it's stupid but it's becoming a little funny, okay. ]

I would have definitely traded pirate ship for a nice yeti. That sounds so much better?

[asswipe]

... You know what, I can't even be mad at you for that.

[it's. one source of entertainment in murder castle hell, at least.]

I know, right? How come everyone else gets stuck on this shitty adventures and all I had to do was smile and nod politely? That's so not fair.