Wrath of your sister, eh? Should I expect her to storm through those front doors any second now?
Yes. With a herd of moose behind her.
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Wrath of your sister, eh? Should I expect her to storm through those front doors any second now?
Yes. With a herd of moose behind her.
Tom is pure. I, as you should well know, am a bit more on the chaotic side. —- And while I try to keep Baby on Tom’s side of things, I worry she takes more after me than I’d like.
--.. You lost me at chaotic. You all look like sourpatch children.
What even- Brandon you little shit, what are you doing here? Are you in trouble? Are you acting out because of mom?
So many questions, such little time.
Well, to be frank, no. I never— under any circumstances —have been cuffed and sat in the back of a police car. I shouldn’t even be here; some crazy grandma shouted at me for cutting her in line and then proceeded to pour her iced mocha all over me. And I’m the one that got arrested for disturbing the peace. Screw justice.
Screw the police, yeah? At least we can agree on one thing, Princess. I did something a little--.. Eh, you could say worse. Broke into a supermarket and stole a packet of chips. But in my defence, I was hungry, it was closed and it was only one.
Sorry, had no intentions to startle. Though, I do believe I should be asking if you’re alright. Oh no, I’ve been in a time or two. They’re good acquaintances of mine around these parts.
And what’d they get one of the Wallaby’s in for? Y’all seem very pure.
It might be the most common problem, sir- but doe that really make you a bad person? Probably not. With the bullets of sweat you’re drowning in, it looks like you feel guilty for whatever you did.
Guilty may be the wrong word. Terrified for the wrath of my sister, that’s a thing. That’s definitely a thing.
Brandon, what the fuck are you doing here?!
That’s a very big question, sis. What are we all doing here? Aren’t we all just born to die? Perhaps we serve a higher purpose. A higher power? Have you ever considered what if we’re all one massive sims game?
I didn’t give you a heart attack, right? That would have been quite unfortunate and all— practically a death sentence, how morbid. Me? I’m super. On the other hand, seems like you got caught doing something. Let me guess, did you steal a kid’s lollipop?
My heart feels in tact, don’t you worry. If I did die, you would have to speak at my funeral. I could see you saying something funny. What’d I do? Nah, just got caught writing some choice words on the side of a building, nothing too serious. How ‘bout you?
Oh- sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m more than just fine. In fact, I’m quite above the clouds with happiness and such. I’m usually here once or twice a year, unfortunately, but for nothing bad—-… just me forgetting to pay my tag and retrieving my lost wallet that I usually misplace more than half of the time. But I could ask you the same thing. You look quite nervous and pensive- what’s got you here?
Me? Just did something probably shouldn’t have, isn’t that always the way?
Yes, I am taking out a restraining order — no, do I even sound a bit Russian to you? I was never a spy, but there is a past that is catching up to me, and it comes in the form of a man that is accusing me of stealing his dog, when it was my dog when it was brought into the relationship, besides, if I were a spy do you think a restraining order would help?
You could just be really super at covering up your accent. I can do a killer Australian accent, want to hear it? G’day mate, put some shrimp on the barbi! Yeah? You heard that, yeah? Wouldn’t even guess I was American. Dog custody? Sounds like the stuff on telly, but alright. And I don’t know how being a spy works, perhaps there’s a secret spy rule. I was actually looking for you around town, Cherie. I mean--.. Miss Wells. Was wondering if you needed some entertainment around your place? And by place I mean cafe, I won’t even try to say it I can’t speak French for shit.
Startling you was the last thing that I intended to do — I needed to come here to get together some information for a restraining order. I’ve been to the ‘popo’ station before, have you though, you scare a bit easily.
A restraining order, hm? Slap me on the ass and call me Sally, lemme guess. Stalker? Wait--.. No! You’re a Russian spy, wait--.. Retired Russian spy and your past is coming back to haunt you, some sort of enemy and you need to keep them away, yeah? Was just deep in thought, is all. And when doors slam--..
Fuck--.. Sorry you startled me. You alright there, mate? What? Never been to visit the popo.