All Dilaogue
Already Knew
"Blink?"
"Hmm?"
"It's just... I..."
"Come on, Mushee, spit it out."
"Well, uh..."
"Mush, come on. It's me. You can tell me anything."
"You promise that?"
"Yeah."
"You swear it?"
"Jesus, Mush, I swear. You can tell me anything."
"Okay. Just... Ya know, sometimes I get these thoughts in my head, Kid."
"Coulda fooled me."
"Oh, shut up. I'm tryin' ta talk serious here, wouldja just listen?"
"I am listening, Mushee."
"Okay... just, I love you, Blink."
"Jesus, is that all? I already knew."
"You... You did?"
"Well, yeah. You're kinda obvious, Meyers."
"Oh."
"But hey. I love you too."
Babble
"Dutchy, didja ever think... I just don't know, but... It's like... You're there, and I can see you I can touch you, but if I close my eyes, how do I know you're still there? How can I prove that you're real? That the world exists when I'm not looking at it?
"For all I know, the world doesn't exist. I'm all alone in the universe, if that's even real, and I made you and everything else up and this is just some fantasy inside my head. How do I know that's not true?"
"Specs?"
"Hmm?"
"You're babbling again."
"Oh."
Muses
"Why is she so mean to me?"
"Mean to YOU?"
"Yes, mean to ME. She makes me a freaking alcoholic, Race."
"Blink, count the number of times you get fluff as compared to how many I do. Seriously. Count."
"Well... uh..."
"See; Mush is your soulmate and yeah, you two angst, but ultimately you're usually TOGETHER. Me? I get that goddamn shrimp from Brooklyn and all we do is yell at each other."
"But you two get smut scenes."
"Well... Yeah. But that's not the point. And I get beat up more."
"Race? I hate our author."
"Yeah, me too."
Pretty Hair
"So..."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Would you two STOP that? Jesus Christ, you are the fucking quietest people I know, you can not date, you never SPEAK."
"We speak."
"Occasionally."
"You do NOT, you just sit there and GAZE at each other and it's REALLY ANNOYING."
"Oh, sorry."
"Yeah, sorry."
"I hate both of you. And your stupid pretty hair."
"He has pretty hair."
"Nah."
"No, it's true. I love your hair."
"Stop it, I'm blushing."
"It's cute when you blush."
"You're the cute one."
"No, it's you."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Okay, changed my mind. Shut. Up."
Festive
"Ummm... Dutchy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is our cat wearing a Santa hat?"
"It's cold out. She needs to keep warm, with the kittens coming and all."
"Dutch, she has fur."
"So? It's very cold."
"So... Fur keeps cats warm, even when it's very cold."
"And anyway. It's festive."
"...Christmas was a month ago."
"So?"
"So... It was a month ago."
"So?"
"You really have no concept of basic logic, do you?"
"Can't we keep the holiday spirit year round, Specs?"
"Um... Not really, no."
"Why not? It's sweet."
"But she looks ridiculous. Poor cat."
"Well, you look ridiculous too. So there."
Writer's Block
"I'm blocked. This sucks, I can't write anything!"
"Davey, calm down. It's just--"
"I can't CALM DOWN, Jack! This is my thing! I write, and if I can't write I'm not happy and I have writer's block!"
"Jesus, don't freak out--"
"I AM NOT FREAKING OUT."
"..."
"Okay, I'm freaking out a little."
"Look, just get your mind off it and it'll come to you. This has happened before, you survived."
"I can't get my mind off it! I can't--uhhhhhh--Jaaaaaack--"
"Did that help?"
"A little. Maybe you should do it again."
"More than happy to."