Eep: God. I don't know what Wanda was giving me last night, but I will NEVER DRINK IT AGAIN. My head is fucking KILLING me. I'm so glad I have to work today.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry you're hungover this morning. Did you ever figure out what Wanda wanted?
Eep (to Mouse): Not as sorry as I am. Guh. I think I need to swear off the booze again. I never did find out what the fuck she wanted. She kept asking about you the whole night. What kind of movies do you like? What's your favorite flower? Yadda, yadda, yadda. I still don't know what her motivation was.
Mouse (to Eep): She's probably just trying to figure out how serious we are... or maybe, she's an alien & wants to harvest my brain. Who knows?
Eep (to Mouse): I always suspected she might be an alien. God. Whatever she wanted, I'm sure it will annoy me. I'll get pissed off later. My head hurts too much to care at the moment.
Mouse (to Eep): Would you like me to bring you some aspirin or something?
Eep (to Mouse): Nah. We've got painkillers here at work. Maybe it'll teach me a lesson. Though I doubt it.
Mouse (to Eep): Alright, I'll leave you alone with your brain pain. love you. :-)
Mouse: Someone stop me...I have just finished reorganizing my vinyl not only alphabetically, but chronologically & a complex coding system. help.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, stop it.
Mouse (to Vincent): thank you, I've actually switched to cleaning the apartment & rearranging furniture.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yes. Fascinating. Darling, stop it.
Mouse (to Vincent): what!?! It needed to be done.
Vincent (to Mouse): So. What's got U so wound up that ur in an organization spree?
Mouse (to Vincent): Nothing really, just realized that I hadn't done it in awhile & had the day free.
Vincent (to Mouse): Uh huh. Sure. So, what's up?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, really, there's nothing wrong. Just felt like cleaning & organizing. Everything's good, honest.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ooookaaay. Uslly when U go on a cleaning spree, something is wrong. So, everything is good? :D
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, strangely it is... Or do you know something I don't know?
Vincent (to Mouse): Many, many things. But not in relationship 2 U. ;}
Kim Whong (to Vincent & Mouse): I read that mad cleaning can be nesting... or weather changes.
Vincent (to Mouse & Kim Whong): NESTING?!? R U SURE there's not something U wanted 2 tell me? AM I GOING 2 B AN UNCLE?
Mouse (to Vincent): uh sure... but first you've got to find the mother... (to Kim Whong) way to ruin my perfectly enjoyable cleaning spree.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ignoring the Pnut gallery, everything is going well w/Eep? I feel like we haven't seen ea other 2 gossip in AGES.
Mouse (to Vincent): It's lovely... He makes me happy. what do you want to gossip about? so, what's going on with you & Poppy? Moving to NYC soon? :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, that's good 2 hear. :} And NO, I'll not B moving 2 NYC. I think Ms Poppy & I hve a perfect relationship as is. Bsides, distance makes the <3 grow lustier.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, I had a question for you... Do you know someone named Paul Jones?
Vincent (to Mouse): I may. Y?
Mouse (to Vincent): We got a piece of mail for him & it looked kinda important. i thought he might be a friend of yours. It looks like it's from a lawyer's office.
Vincent (to Mouse): Huh. Well, that's...
Mouse (to Vincent): Can you make sure he gets it?
Vincent (to Mouse): Um... I can. Vry easily, actually. But I don't kno that he'll actually want it.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... I'd open it, but that feels a bit wrong. How do you know him? I don't remember hearing the name ever.
Vincent (to Mouse): No, I wouldn't expect U ever did.
Mouse (to Vincent): You're be awfully dodgy about this guy, is there something I should know? Should I send it back?
Vincent (to Mouse): No. Prolly not. It's something I suppose I have 2 deal w/ as little as I might want 2. It's something rlly shld have told U this a long, LONG time ago.
Mouse (to Vincent): What is it?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, as I'm sure U cn imagine, after I ran away, I didn't rlly want contact w/ those people that share my biology. Looks like I'm going 2 have 2 have contact w/ them whether I want 2 or not. OR, we cld just say the lttr got lost...
Mouse (to Vincent): do you want me to open it? I can & then tell you if you might want to deal with it.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yes, pls. I kno I should deal w/ this like an adult, but I'd rlly rather not.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ok… it says that your great aunt Helen has passed & that you need to contact them in order to receive a small inheritance...
Vincent (to Mouse): So I guess U figured out who Paul Jones was then? Srry I nvr told U. Also, burn the lttr. I don't give a shit abt the inheritance.
Mouse (to Vincent): It's ok, I figured you'd tell me what your real name was eventually...
Vincent (to Mouse): IMNSHO, U *DO* kno my real name. It was just my birth name I didn't tell U.
Mouse (to Vincent): You will always be Vincent to me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awwww, thank U, sweetie. That's so sweet of U 2 say. Not that it matters. I've been Vincent Potter legally 4 the past 3 yrs.
Eep (to Vincent): Your real name is PAUL?
Vincent (to Eep): No, EDUARDO. My real name is "Vincent." Paul was the vulgarity I w/ which I was born.
Eep (to Vincent): Paul Jones sounds like a Beatle & a Monkey had a baby.
Vincent (to Eep): Somehow, I can't take insults frm a man who voluntarily goes by "Eep" 2 seriously.
Mouse (to Eep & Vincent): Gentlemen, I love you both & I don't care what names you were born with, just what you prefer. This is silly.
Eep (to Vincent): Sorry. Sorry, Vincent.
Vincent (to Eep): Oooo. Some1 got put in his place.
Eep (to Vincent): Fuck you, dickhead. I'm trying to be nice here.
Vincent (to Eep): U have a strange definition of "nice."
Eep (to Vincent): No, I think I have a pretty standard definition of "nice," as in "I'm sorry for acting like a douchenozzle." You should look it up.
Mouse (to Vincent): Little brother, stop being an ass. He was apologizing.
Vincent (to Mouse & Eep): Yeah, well... Whatever.
Eep (to Mouse): What crawled up Vincent's ass and died? (to Vincent) You're not making it easy to be civil to you, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): Family stuff... Long story. Please cut him a little slack.
Eep (to Mouse): He's not making it easy, is he?
Mouse (to Eep): No, he's not... Well, we could just ignore him. How's your head?
Eep (to Mouse): That sounds like the best course of action right now. It's better. FINALLY. Guh! I have no idea what the fuck Wanda was putting in those drinks. Which was my first mistake, I think.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you were all sorts of chatty while drinking it. It's sad that the aftereffect is terrible. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. I didn't say anything terrible or embarrassing or inappropriate, did I? That's one of the reasons I try not to drink too much. Not that I succeed...
Mouse (to Eep): Actually, you were quite sweet & charming...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Well, I'm glad I didn't make an ass out of myself, but I'm a little disturbed I have to be wasted to be sweet and charming.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you just seemed more confident & sure of yourself. It was very sexy. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh... I wish I knew what to say to that. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Quick, drink something... Is there vodka in your freezer? I'm kidding, I like you just as much sober.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Thank God! I don't think I could handle being confident and sexy if it meant having headaches like I had this morning.
Mouse (to Eep): I'll take you any way I can get ya. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Awkward and blushing it is!
