[He doesn't bother texting back, far too preoccupied with sliding on his shoes on his way out the door. As promised, he finds the glowing yellow Door right where M said it would be, and he doesn't hesitate to throw himself through it and...
Ends up in M's living room. As soon as the Door vanishes his anticipation to see the other man is slightly put to the side with the realization that this is his first time inside M's place. He glances at everything with a newfound curiosity, slightly surprised to see that not only is the place furnished, it looks like M had actually made an effort to style and decorate it.]
[Oh, M put effort into it all right. The man in question is sitting on one of the couches, dressed simply in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and jeans, with what looks like a large, bright red shrimp draped over his shoulders. Whatever the thing is, it's clicking angrily in Andrew's general direction. In true M fashion, he acts as though this is completely normal, instead waving his hand Vanna White-style in the direction of the apartment.]
What do you think?
[He pats the oversized shrimp.]
This is D. If they had their way they'd fight everyone who came through a Door. Don't worry, they'll calm down in a minute.
[Andrew is still processing everything he's seeing, so much so that he doesn't immediately notice M sitting on the couch. Not until the large shrimp on his shoulder begins clicking noisily at him. Where other people might have a guard dog, M has a angry shrimp. Leave it to him. But for Andrew's part, the strange pet doesn't receive more then a vaguely amused eyebrow raise. He's seen some shit and this barely even reaches the board.]
I think this is amazing, M. It's very...roomy.
[He grins at that.]
You know what they say about pets resembling their owners.
Undifferentiated urban cells - a parting gift from the God Garden. Can grow into whatever I want it to. I decided to give style a spin and see where it got me.
[He pats D on the top of its robotic head.]
Leave it to me to get the angriest Dragprawn at the Swear-In.
Parting gift? [That finally pulls his attention away from the decor.] You mean you finally parted ways with...her? [Various less wholesome words had come to mind, but he choked them down, not wanting to rehash an old argument.]
Well you know...[He moves closer to the couch and takes a seat along the back, a short distance away from D.] It's usually the angry ones who turn out to be softies on the inside.
[He raises a hand.] You think he'd let me pet him or is he likely to try to take my arm off?
You're too used to lurking in dark shadows and striking fear into the hearts of many. As long as the bad guys still scream when they see you coming a fan or two won't your image.
And it wouldn't hurt you to reach out to them a little.
Even museums keep their stuff in frames, babe.
And I am in a way. It's going to be a part of my private collection.
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P.S. Would it make a difference if I told you I had no say in the matter?
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Maybe ask me again after the shocks worn off and I've had the chance to kiss you.
Where are you now?
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I'm Home.
If you haven't moved, the Door is outside.
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Ends up in M's living room. As soon as the Door vanishes his anticipation to see the other man is slightly put to the side with the realization that this is his first time inside M's place. He glances at everything with a newfound curiosity, slightly surprised to see that not only is the place furnished, it looks like M had actually made an effort to style and decorate it.]
Whoa.
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What do you think?
[He pats the oversized shrimp.]
This is D. If they had their way they'd fight everyone who came through a Door. Don't worry, they'll calm down in a minute.
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I think this is amazing, M. It's very...roomy.
[He grins at that.]
You know what they say about pets resembling their owners.
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[He pats D on the top of its robotic head.]
Leave it to me to get the angriest Dragprawn at the Swear-In.
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Well you know...[He moves closer to the couch and takes a seat along the back, a short distance away from D.] It's usually the angry ones who turn out to be softies on the inside.
[He raises a hand.] You think he'd let me pet him or is he likely to try to take my arm off?
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not sure how to do this situation bro
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No I haven't told him.
And you shouldn't either.
It's better if we just forget about it.
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okay sorry
i just wanted to make sure
how are you doing?
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I have...nightmares.
But it's nothing I can't handle.
How are you holding up?
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guess we're both lucky we got our boyfriends here, huh?
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You've never mentioned your man to me before.
What's he like?
I feel like I should meet him since you know M.
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he was the one on the network wrestling with a shark
[which should say everything, tbh.]
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Did he win?
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Just had a little girl come up to me and demand to teach me how to draw a cute penguin for "the weatherman cafe guy."
I have no idea who she was or how she knew we were dating.
She wouldn't take no for an answer.
So, uh, here's a penguin?
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You know, the account that I was encouraged by the news station to make so all my adoring fans could follow me and hopefully increase ratings?
That penguin is adorable. I love it.
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We can add "artist" to my list of talents.
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If nothing else you can post pictures of things you like and leave it at that.
What size frame do you think it needs? This goes beyond refrigerator art and is worthy of at least bedside table placement.
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And I already have people that post pictures of things I like with that #msgems hashtag thing.
Oh it's a simple 3x5 sketch.
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Ah, yes, your admiring fans. I'm sure they at least would be over the moon if you decided to join them online.
Great. You can help me pick out a frame later. It'll make for a great conversation starter.
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Frankly, I haven't gotten comfortable with the idea of having fans in the first place.
Why not just submit it to a museum?
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As long as the bad guys still scream when they see you coming a fan or two won't your image.
And it wouldn't hurt you to reach out to them a little.
Even museums keep their stuff in frames, babe.
And I am in a way. It's going to be a part of my private collection.
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because I can't reply to my own post...
Archie is, in fact, an idiot.