Eep: Note to self: two beers is two too many if you haven't eaten all day. Also, coffee does not count as food, apparently. (to Mouse) Um, sorry about last night. I didn't mean to take you down with me when I tripped. How's your elbow?
Mouse (to Eep): it's ok, a little banged up & sore, but it'll heal.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. I'm sorry!
Mouse (to Eep): it was my own damn fault for thinking that I could catch you.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I meant to ask you about that. I mean, I appreciate it like hell, but I can't figure out how you thought that might work. I've got like 6 inches on you. Just let me hit the ground next time. It'll teach me a lesson. Probably. :p
Mouse (to Eep): it was the beer, it made me think I could do it. Stupid beer! Well, I think my elbow has definitely taught me.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not usually that big a klutz. ... Yeah. Ok. I am, but normally I can avoid taking out other people. God. I feel like such an asshole. Do you need anything? I feel like I need to redeem myself here.
Mouse (to Eep): Seriously, it's fine. You don't have to do anything... though, some flowers might be nice. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Don't think I won't flower the shit out of you.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow, you just made me blush again.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh shit. Sorry! I just said something dirty without meaning to, didn't I?
Mouse (to Eep): No, it's not that... it was just sweet.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. OK. Whew. I spent too much time talking to Vincent yesterday. I'm afraid everything out of my mouth is a double entendré.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, little brother seems to have that effect on people.
Mouse: Argh, I just smacked my arm that was already hurting on the stupid doorframe while I was navigating the turkey into the kitchen.
Eep (to Mouse): Shit. Sorry again. Need a hand? I mean, literally AND figuratively?
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks, I'm worried that my clumsiness is contagious. What are you up to this evening?
Eep (to Mouse): Not much. Making myself a coffee at the moment.
Mouse (to Eep): there's apparently a Bauhaus/tones on tails cover band playing tonight, Interested? It may be terrible...
Eep (to Mouse): YES. I kinda hope they're terrible.
Mouse (to Eep): We can only hope... Are you good at heckling?
Eep (to Mouse): Not really. But I can "Boo" along with the best of them.
Mouse (to Eep): that works... I'm sorry I've been kind of blah today, I had weird dream last night & I just can't shake.
Eep (to Mouse): Ugh. I hate when that happens. Anything you wanna talk about?
Mouse (to Eep): It was just weird, you disappeared & then reappeared in this new place. I wasn't me, there was a guy that looked like Wanda, there was a woman who looked like Robert, there was a loud bald man, I had a sister & Vincent was an airship pirate. It just keeps Popping up in my brain... Pretty weird, huh?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... Yeah. Weird.
Mouse (to Eep): I've sort of had it before, but it was just Vincent in it, that was himself... I feel like I'm just observing.
Eep (to Mouse): Why do you think it's bugging you so much?
Mouse (to Eep): I think just because it’s a weird reoccurring dream.
Eep (to Mouse): It sounds like some kinda steampunk Alice in Wonderland story. It's like some dumb webcomic or something.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, and you were the main character.
Eep (to Mouse): Ha! Oh God, my life would make a TERRIBLE story.
Mouse (to Eep): yeah, so apparently I'm going insane...
Eep (to Mouse): Nah! I... I, uh, can actually top that tale of potential insanity... But I'm REALLY not sure I should say anything...
Mouse (to Eep): I'm intrigued but if you don't want to tell me yet, I completely understand.
Eep (to Mouse): Um... There may have been a few times when I 'm really stressed out that I've maaaaaybe seen some things that aren't there.
Mouse (to Eep): Really, like what?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. OK, promise not to try to get TOO weirded out?
Mouse (to Eep): of course, you're talking to the girl who had a "relationship" with Greg. I think I can handle it.
Eep (to Mouse): Once it was just a creepy, smiling head. There was another time it was just a whole bunch of weird shit. There was a giant squid of some kind, and two Victorian ladies in goggles, an evil shadow thing that looked like a bear... And a guy I swear looked like Nikola Tesla holding a pigeon.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow, that's really fucked up...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. No shit. Why do you think I didn't want to say anything? :p
Mouse (to Eep): well, it actually makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only one seeing weird shit.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. We can share meds.
Mouse (to Eep): aww, that maybe the nicest thing you've ever said to me. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): I'm a romantic at heart.
Mouse (to Eep): I know, I'm surprised you don't have to beat the women off with a stick. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Amazing, isn't it?
Mouse (to Eep): So, do you want to go to the show, commit ourselves or hang out at one of our places?
Eep (to Mouse): Tough to say. They all sound so tempting. But I've already been committed once, so let's try something different.
Mouse (to Eep): Touché, sir, touché. Now, after that comment, my mind has gone in the gutter...
Eep (to Mouse): Wait? The gutter? What? Do I want to know?
Mouse (to Eep): No, no, it's too soon in this relationship to be making bondage, straightjacket comments. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Oh! Oh God. Um...You make it very hard for me to act like a gentleman sometimes, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't know whether I should apologize or say you're welcome. ;-) I probably shouldn't be around decent people.
Eep (to Mouse): Because you're a horrible indecent person. ;)
Mouse (to Eep): Please, forgive me, I lived with Vincent & he was my only companion for awhile, so perv appears to be my default setting.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I guess it would be MORE shocking if you weren't kinda pervy. Um, which is something I don't feel I should complain about.
Mouse (to Eep): Maybe, it's best that I stay home & be quiet for the rest of the evening... I think I've embarrassed myself enough, so I think I'm gonna take a bath, have a glass of wine, & curl up in bed with a book.
Eep (to Mouse): OK, I'll see you tomorrow when they release me from the Yog Hut. Heh. You actually saved me from embarrassing the shit out of myself with that last comment...
Mouse (to Eep): You, of course, are more than welcome to join me for any part of that... dear god, stop me... I'm sorry.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Wow. Um, the comment before that last one, then, I guess.
Vincent (to Mouse & Eep): Ur both vry welcome!
Mouse (to Vincent): Damn it!
Vincent (to Mouse): Damn what? Damn my charm? My good looks? My talent 4 fashion? Ur gonna have 2 B more specific.
Mouse (to Vincent): I can't seem to hold a normal conversation with Eep without slipping into perv land. That's what! Apparently, 5 years of living with you, has ruined me for polite society. (to Eep): I’m sorry.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, U shld be THANKING me. Polite society is BORING.
Eep (to Mouse): No. No. It's nothing to be sorry about. I'm, um, just not very good at like, you know, um, flirting and stuff... It's, um, kinda... God. I'm sorry. I'm terrible at this... OK. Deep breaths. ... It's kinda sexy when you do that. Sorry! I, uh... Sorry!
Mouse (to Vincent): While that is true, I now have a very vivid imagination... makes it a bit difficult to concentrate. (to Eep) Please, don't apologize... are your roommates home?
Vincent (to Mouse): Concentration is overrated. :p
Eep (to Mouse): Uhhhh, no. Robert's already left for the holiday, and Wanda's off carousing somewhere.
Mouse (to Eep): Wonderful... Do you want some company?
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not sure. Can I trust you not to be a perv?
Mouse (to Eep): I'll try my best. Scout's honor!
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. That's too bad. I was hoping you couldn't be trusted. Oh Lord. Sorry! I'm sorry! You and Vincent are rubbing off on me. Oh Lord... How about you come over and shut me up so I'll stop embarrassing myself? Feel free to use excessive force.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm... I don't know what to say. I'll be there in a few minutes. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): God, I'm ready just to crawl in a hole and die of shame.
Mouse (to Eep): I’m so sorry. I’ll try not to make any more pervy comments.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't. I really don't mind. I'm just... Uh, I'm just kinda an idiot. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): I think you're a damn sexy idiot! I'll see you shortly...
