Mouse: I love champagne - the bubbles, the taste, everything except the morning after... I feel like I licked a brillo pad. (to Eep) Oh my god, you are the greatest invention since sliced bread... I hope, that makes sense. I love you, too. Have a good day @ work.
Three hours later:
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. It's OK. I kno what you meant. I think. I have to admit I'm surprised you were up before noon.
Mouse (to Eep): Awake. yes. Up, no. I laid in bed for awhile, trying to decide if the coffee was worth the shock of the cold floor. Coffee won... And, might I say that you make a damn strong cup of coffee. I was worried it was going to eat my spoon. :-P I'm not complaining, mind you... It was just what I needed.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Yeah. Sorry about that. I was kinda on autopilot there. I forget not to brew other people coffee the way I like it. Not everyone likes flavor. :p Never let me make you espresso, by the way.
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, I like flavor... I just happen to like my digestive system too.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, I happen to think the stomach is an overrated organ anyway. But I'll make you pussy coffee in the future. But only cause I like you and your belly.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, me and my belly are grateful for your generosity. I mean, it was like drinking a slap... in a cup, which I probably deserved. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): What? Why do you deserve a slap? What'd you do?
Mouse (to Eep): Nothing that I'm aware of, I just thought after all the champagne I probably deserved one. You seem in an awfully good mood today... should I be worried? :-)
Eep (to Mouse): You should always be worried if I'm in a good mood. And no. You didn't do anything that would warrant a slap last night. I have no complaints.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's good to know. :-) So... any plans for the day once you get done with work?
Eep (to Mouse): Nope. I just wanted to talk to Wanda & Robert when I got home. But, with my hours cut, I now have plenty of time.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I was thinking about getting a cat or a kitten... I miss having one. I was wondering, if you wanted to come with me?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, sure. I should warn you that cats don't generally like me, though. I mean, I don't think they like me. Robert had a black demon shaped like a cat, that I swear to fucking God, was actively trying to murder me.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... nevermind, then. I certainly don't want something that might stop you from visiting me. :-) I was just sitting here, working on stuff & suddenly became really aware of being alone in my house. I think I've gotten used to having company.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh woah. No. Don't do that! Get one if you want one. It would take more than a cat to keep me away anyway. I was just trying to explain why any cat you put in my hands may suddenly turn into a maniac. I'm not really good with pets. Or kids. Or adults for that matter.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't remember seeing a cat around at your place. Did something happen to it? Besides, I like you... though, I only marginally count as an adult. Well, maybe if you helped me pick one out, then I'll only get the one that acts nice to you... if such a creature exists. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Luci, the cat, just got old, I think. Though if you ask me, she died because I got too good at fending off her sneak attacks. Without a steady stream of fresh human blood, she withered away.
Mouse (to Eep): I think you would have gotten along with my old cat, Behemoth. He was a big sweetheart & pretty much liked everyone.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't mind going with you, but when I get maimed, I'm gonna make you bandage the wounds.
Mouse (to Eep): You've got yourself a deal.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Thanks. I'm gonna talk to Robert & Wanda, now, so I should be available for cat maimings shortly.
Mouse (to Eep): Excellent.
Eep (to Mouse): I'll let you know what the roommates say.
An hour later:
Eep (to Mouse): Welp. Looks like I have an answer...
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... that sounds ominous.
Eep (to Mouse): Nah. I'm just trying to be dramatic. :p Looks like we're moving. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): Hurrah! I almost fell out my chair from the suspense... jerk. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, um. Sorry. Heh. Apparently, Robert wanted to make sure we could get out of our lease. We had 4 more months left.
Mouse (to Eep): It's ok...
Two hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I forgot to ask you, when do you guys want to move in?
Eep (to Mouse): Is after the first of the year OK?
Mouse (to Eep): That's fine, if you guys want to start moving stuff in earlier, let me know & I'll give you a key.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. I don't know how I feel about you having a key to my apt. Should I be worried? :P
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you have a key to my place, so it's only fair. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Fuck. Heh. Yeah. I totally lose at perv chicken don't I.
Mouse (to Eep): Were we playing perv chicken? I'm losing my touch...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Well, I was TRYING to be clever and saucy, but clearly I'm failing.
Mouse (to Eep): No, I'm just not very good at it when I'm sober. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, you don't have to be. We're here drinking.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, so you'll drink with your roommates, but not with me? I see how it is... :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, no. It's not you. It's your brother. I don't want to get drunk with VINCENT. I mean, I woke up IN HIS UNDERWEAR. I have no complaints about YOUR behavior when you're drunk.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think it's a good idea for me to be drinking around Wanda.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh? Really? Oh. Are you still mad at her?
Mouse (to Eep): No... I'm just a little uncomfortable around her. She’s a little intense.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Sorry. Uh... I have no idea what to say. Is there anything I can do? Other than drink some more?
Mouse (to Eep): You drink some more. I'm gonna play with the kitten. Since you helped pick him out, you should help me name him.
Eep (to Mouse): Steven! Or , um, Jim. What about Nigel? Englebert Humperdink?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm thinking Patrick or George... Or Stormaggedon, dark lord of all. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! I like Stormaggedon, dark lord of all! But, I think you already assumed I would. Honestly, I think cats need people names. I think if we give them "cute" names, they'll hold it against us forever. Heh. But, I don't know.
Mouse (to Eep): how about Rainbow dash? No, that's more a girl's name...
Eep (to Mouse): Sure. I mean, if you're into that kind of thing. I didn't know you felt that way about Ponies though. We should have probably discussed that before we started dating, though. Kidding, by the way.
Mouse (to Eep): That's good, because I had no idea what you were talking about. How about the name Otto?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. It's, uh... The Rainbow Dash thing... Uh, is a, um... You know what? Never mind. I like Otto.
Mouse (to Eep): Excellent! The kitten's name is now, Otto. At some point, you're going to have to explain the rainbow dash thing to me, so I'll stop saying it.