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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[explosivecombat]

"Murphy"...?

[doitrockapella]

The dog. You don't name your pets?

[explosivecombat]

I've never really been one for pets, actually; I grew up around them, but I've never had any of my own before being brought here. I name my Pokémon, for what it's worth, but my parents owned the animals, not me.

Am I assuming this is one of yours, then?

[doitrockapella]

I'm generally more of a cat person, but this little scoundrel almost literally fell into my lap. Since then, he's been making a nuisance of himself stealing food off the table and hiding shoes under the furniture.

Cute, isn't he?

[explosivecombat]

Indeed, though I don't tolerate nuisances on quite that level.

[...well. Mostly. His Pokémon are a little hit or miss.]

Did you seriously contact me for the sake of discussing your dog?

[doitrockapella]

Am I interrupting something important?

[explosivecombat]

Honestly...? Yes, you are, but I'm grateful for the distraction; it's important but a bit dull.

[doitrockapella]

...Are you texting me while at work?

[explosivecombat]

Technically speaking, though I know better than to do so in a way that will risk my job.

[doitrockapella]

That should go without saying. What are you up to today?

[explosivecombat]

Oh, the usual. Nefarious planning, making lists of troublemakers to eliminate, calculating the best angle from which to shoot massive bursts of elemental whatnot into a crowd of unsuspecting onlookers.

You like to refer to yourself as the idealist between us, but I doubt that it extends to believing you're getting a sincere answer.

[doitrockapella]

I was going to commend you for humoring my facetious question right up until that last bit. Now I'm just annoyed with you.

[explosivecombat]

Ah, that was a bit rude, wasn't it? Perhaps I'll apologize for that much, though even you have to admit the conversation had been going a bit too well up until then.

And we both know I can't possibly have that.

[doitrockapella]

You can make it up to me by letting me know what Cobra did with his Christmas sweater.

And if yours fits.

[explosivecombat]

I can't say I know what our beloved Commander did with his; I knew better than to stay around to find out. However, I was greatly amused at mine, I will admit; I wasn't sure if I should wear it or frame it. I have yet to attempt the former.

Interesting setup for making us retrieve them, by the way.

[doitrockapella]

You aren't the only ones who like to show off your handiwork. I thought you could use a Christmas challenge.

[explosivecombat]

May I ask how you managed it? I don't quite see how constructing such a thing was physically possible in such a short period of time, given the way those ledges work.

[doitrockapella]

Oh, the usual. Nefarious planning, making lists of how many troublemakers I needed a gift for, calculating the proper circumference of the tree's branches relative to the surrounding ledges.

Suffice to say, that's a trade secret.

[explosivecombat]

...I should have seen that coming, shouldn't I...

[doitrockapella]

I'll make it up to you by letting you know I received the watch.

[explosivecombat]

I admit I was curious about that. Did you find it to your liking?

[doitrockapella]

What makes you think I didn't take it apart looking for a booby-trap inside it?

[explosivecombat]

I wouldn't blame you if you did, honestly.

[doitrockapella]

I put it back together again.

You should be careful, or I might start to get the impression that you like me.

[explosivecombat]

There's some meaning behind what I gave you, it wasn't random; only a select few are chosen to receive things like that, where I'm from.