The Mr. Pines

Father of two, programmer, Monstermon enthusiast. Read the about page before interacting.

[the-mr-pines]

Hah! I guess that’s true.

I mean, I /do/ look like I could’ve been found at the bargain bin, huh? Like - look at this. I’m practically moth-eaten. You look like /you/ could be the older one.

[hammerfistlily]

I should probably actually ask mom about that one of these days. Oh well!

Hey, you’re top-shelf Dollar Store quality, right up there with the cookware. You should see me after a work out, you look like a model compared to the train wreck I can be. 

Don’t sell yourself short, bro.

[the-mr-pines]

Eheheh. Stahp. You're making me blush. I can't believe I'm a barely-used, still good Tupperware. That's the highest tier of dollar store items there is.

Have you even /seen/ me during a debug sesh? I don't leave the office for days. And we all know you can't really clean yourself up when you're in an office. But, I digress - we haven't actually hung out a lot, huh. What say you if we got some lunch out sometime?

[the-mr-pines]

…Not much. …Sis.

…Do we even have the same dad?

[hammerfistlily]

Maybe? Never met mine, not really, so I never thought much on it.

I’m like 95% sure we have the same mom, though. So you’re still my brother. Unless she picked you up at the Dollar Store, or something.

[the-mr-pines]

Hah! I guess that's true.

I mean, I /do/ look like I could've been found at the bargain bin, huh? Like - look at this. I'm practically moth-eaten. You look like /you/ could be the older one.

[the-mr-pines]

@hammerfistlily

Boy.

This is awkward.

[hammerfistlily]

Ooh, yeah. Little bit.

How’s it hanging…. Bro?

[the-mr-pines]

...Not much. ...Sis.

...Do we even have the same dad?

[the-mr-pines]

((So,

we’re back.))

[the-mr-pines]

@hammerfistlily Boy. This is awkward.

[the-mr-pines]

journalthree replied to your post: //quick what do you call the cushiony ...

AIRBAG

//THANK YOU, SON........

[the-mr-pines]

//quick what do you call the cushiony thing on the car that saves lives

[the-mr-pines]

Argh, my back is killing me. I’m not getting that old, am I?

[the-mr-pines]

👃 -Olive :>

Eerily enough… dried blood and ointment. I’m classifying that as one scent.

Reminds me of myself when I was a kid.

[hexarcana-archive]

Sounds about right to me.

[the-mr-pines]

Easy now, cowboy.

[the-mr-pines]

👃 -Olive :>

Eerily enough... dried blood and ointment. I’m classifying that as one scent.

Reminds me of myself when I was a kid.

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me 👃 and my muse will tell you one smell that reminds them of yours

[the-mr-pines]

why is my mother married to a demon

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.

[reservoirdogs1992-blog]

[the-mr-pines]

((Before I leave I’m just gonna throw this out; 18 year old Lex Pines running away from home after a particularly bad argument with his mother and living in his car for a day and a half. He doesn’t make it past Jersey, though.))

[the-mr-pines]

✘ - bad or illegal memory.

He was in his car on a sweltering summer day– he had run away from home. For the first time, he was on his own.

He didn’t know what he was doing– it seemed like such a good idea when he first thought of it. A day and a half later, he started to regret it. He was almost out of money, and if he didn’t eat soon he was probably going to die.

Acidic bile rose up from the back of his throat, but he forced it back down. Just like he’d have to force back his pride, he guessed.

[the-mr-pines]

me: can't focus because deadline pressure isn't high enough

me one week from now: can't focus because deadline pressure is too high