The tragedy of writing some fun zingers for a scene, realizing the scene is a bit all over the place, then rewriting the scene with a tone that would no longer suit the zingers. I will immortalize them here instead </3
"Slut." Mason preemptively dips back to squat at shelf level, dodging the sharp look Alphonse shoots him for his out-of-pocket comment. "I'm your boss!" Like the world's cheekiest whack-a-mole, Mason shoots back up with a performatively serious look. He gives Alphonse a firm nod before bringing his hand perpendicular to his forehead in a mock salute, "Mr. Slut." Then he's down once again, diving back to his workload. "Thank you, damn. Finally getting the respect I deserve."
and then I also cut
Alphonse balls his hand into a fist (ignoring the ache from his bruised knuckles straining against the skin there) and shakes it vaguely skyward like the crankiest old man he can imagine, "Damn millennials! Ruining the 'cheating on your bitch wife' market with all of their divorced parent trauma!"
