Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Sorry I was gone before you were up and awake. The yogurt waits for no man. There's coffee in the maker if you didn't already find it. And no, I didn't make it "strong". Um, see you later.
Mouse (to Eep): I understand, you have a duty to perform. Thank you for the coffee, I already had a cup. I'm sorry I've been so loopy.
Eep (to Mouse): It's alright. Not your fault. Though if you're not careful, you're going to end up with all your kitchen utensils in your bed. I'm still trying to work out if you have a sensitive system or if the ER doctor liked you and gave you the good shit.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god... I just remembered some of the stuff I said last night.
Eep (to Mouse): You're, uh, you're not talking about the salad tongs, I'm guessing.
Mouse (to Eep): No... did I really propose to you & then compare you to a giant penguin?
Eep (to Mouse): Kinda. Well... You didn't really propose. You said you would marry me if you, uh, if you believed in that sorta thing.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I probably had marriage stuff in my head after the Vincent/Poppy thing... stupid brain. I think I need to cut the dosage on this stuff, apparently it's too much for me. I'm actually surprised you're still speaking to me after some of the stuff that came out of my mouth in the past two days.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I figured. You said a lot of kinda crazy shit. And yeah, you told me I look like a tall penguin in a suit. It's fine. I'm not gonna hold what you said while you were off your face against you.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's good. Thank you. And I happen to like penguins... um, why the hell is there a ladle in the pocket of my bathrobe?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeeeeah. You're probably going to be finding stuff stashed around the apt all day. You said you were prepping in case of aliens. Doctor Who is probably not the best show to watch while you're taking those meds.
Mouse (to Eep): Was I planning on fixing them dinner? God, I'm apparently a lightweight when it comes to pain meds.
Eep (to Mouse): I didn't ask what the utensils were for. Honestly you were too funny to stop. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently... so did I say or do anything else that I should be aware of?
Eep (to Mouse): What? Pseudo-proposing to me and prepping for an alien dinner party not enough embarrassment for you? ;) Don't worry about it.
Mouse (to Eep): Did I do something else that you don't want to say or was that seriously all it was? I'm not worried about it, just curious... If you haven't noticed I'm a bit of a control freak & it's weird for me to do stuff that I'm not aware of.
Eep (to Mouse): You? A control freak? You're right. I hadn't noticed.
Mouse (to Eep): Are you being kind or sarcastic? It's so hard to tell via text.
Eep (to Mouse): Mildly sarcastic. Sorry. Been hanging around Robert too long. Really though. You said some other nutty stuff. Not a big deal. I figure you're embarrassed enough. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, like what? You can't just tell me that I said stuff & not tell me. Please?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. I, um, you're not gonna let this drop, are you?
Mouse (to Eep): Nope.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh. You also had some opinions. On, uh, things. About things. Like, um, you know. Me and... stuff. I'd rather not say anything else like publicly.
Mouse (to Eep): oh...
Eep (to Mouse): They weren't... um, they weren't uncomplimentary. Mostly just, um... yeah.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, I guess you're right, maybe, it's best that I not know.
Eep (to Mouse): You, uh, you kinda didn't have a filter last night.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god... I just remembered what I said... Wow... I think I may actually die of embarrassment.
Eep (to Mouse): I wasn't insulted! Just so you know. Just kinda, um, embarrassed I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I certainly appreciate you being so understanding. Besides, I've been told that you said things of slightly dirty complimentary nature about me under the influence. So, we're even.
Eep (to Mouse): WHAT? I... I mean... Oh fucking hell. Who told you that?
Mouse (to Eep): Vincent told me that you were very chatty about me at the NYE party & said all sorts of thing.
Eep (to Mouse): He, uh, he didn't go into specifics about what I said, did he?
Mouse (to Eep): No, he didn't. He told me that I should ask you... which I wasn't actually going to do. But, I figured I should at least tease you about it, since I embarrassed myself. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God... I can't believe he told you that. I can't believe I discussed it with your BROTHER. Jesus. I'm really sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay. At least, it wasn't a complete stranger... or an ex-girlfriend.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. Even I'm not stupid enough to have talked about that to Maddie. ... Oh God. But I am stupid enough to have discussed it IN FRONT of her. Cause she was at our table. Christ. I am a fucking moron.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? Well, that certainly explains a few things.
Eep (to Mouse): What does? Me being an idiot?
Mouse (to Eep): No, why you said she was being catty the next day & why she sent me a note saying it was nice to meet me... You must have said something that got under her skin.
Eep (to Mouse): Shit! Yeah. You'd think I'd of figured that out. Christ. Should I apologize? Or would that be even weirder?
Mouse (to Eep): I think at this point, it would be weird to say anything... but, that's just me.
Eep (to Mouse): God. I'm the biggest jackass in the world.
Mouse (to Eep): No, you're not. I mean you're over her, aren't you?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. OK. Maybe not the world, but I still acted like a jerk. Yeah. I am. It was... weird seeing her again. I expected to, I dunno, feel something more I guess? Anger. Nostalgia. Something. It was just kinda awkward.
Mouse (to Eep): Do you want to be friends with her? If yes, then yeah, you should apologize but if not just leave it alone.
Eep (to Mouse): I dunno if I could be friends with her. I'd just like to forget it all and leave all that whole shitty period behind me.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, then, you just got drunk on NYE in front of a stranger & said complimentary things about your girlfriend to her brother. There history is rewritten... it's like magic. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I knew I loved you for a reason.
A couple hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): When are you done with work? Delia is making lasagna, wanna join us?
Eep (to Mouse & Delia): Uh, yeah. Lasagna sounds great. I'm done now. Lemme know when to show up. Should I bring anything?
Delia (to Eep): yourself and whatever else you want. Figured if I cook it'll keep mouse out of the kitchen and resting.
Eep (to Delia): Heh. Smart lady.
Delia (to Eep): I certainly try. Besides, I owe her.
Mouse (to Eep): Flowers for your wonderful, injured girlfriend? ... I'm just kidding. But, if you want beer, you may want to grab some... as we're out. We do have an ample supply of non-alcoholic beverages.
Eep (to Mouse): Ok. Beer, flowers... Got it. How about bread?
Mouse (to Eep): A loaf of french bread might be nice... and I was kidding about the flowers.
Eep (to Mouse): I know. (to Delia) What kinda beer do you like? Since you're cooking, you get to pick the booze.
Delia (to Eep): uh..ales usually? Not too picky... so long as it isn't pbr or bud or somethin I'm good.
Eep (to Delia): You and me both. Kay. Ales it is, barring cheap American shit. See you soon.
Mouse (to Eep): And, there shouldn't be anymore alien invasion preparation tonight, as I think cutting the meds in half seems to be working just fine.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, that's good. Though I have to admit, you're funny when you're loopy.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, if I get too boring, you can always give me the other half of one. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I'll keep that in mind.
Two hours later:
Eep (to Delia): Thanks for dinner. You make a hell of a lasagna.
Delia (to Eep): why thank you. Thanks for comin over and keepin her occupied. Mouse on meds is cute but apparently into everything.
Mouse (to Delia & Eep): You know, mice can be deadly when cornered...
Delia (to Mouse): ...is that a veiled threat? Is that why I found a cheese grater in my shoe when I got back from Leon's?
Eep (to Delia): Yeah. The utensil thing has been going on all weekend.
Mouse (to Delia): No, I like cheese. I wanted to share.
Delia (to Mouse): and you thought you'd find some in my footwear?? ...thanks? How about next time you share on a plate and not in my shoes. Don't need them smelling like cheddar thanks lol
Eep (to Mouse): You took the other half of your pain pill, didn't you?
Mouse (to Eep): only a quarter of it, my hand was hurting and I had to change the wrapping & looking at it made me not feel so good.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. It's OK. I think 75% of the pill might be too much. A mouse is deadly when cornered, huh?
Mouse (to Eep): yes, it's a little known fact... Just like a cheese grater found in a shoe is a sign of good luck. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): You're hilarious when you're loopy, you know that?
Mouse (to Eep): So, you keep telling me, sexy.
Eep (to Mouse): Stop being funny and I'll stop finding it humorous, killer Mouse. Lemme know next time you need to change the bandage. I can do it for you.
Mouse (to Eep): Will do, Mister Man! hmmm, I'm not sure I like that as a pet name... I always thought they were supposed to be sweet. I'm going to call you Felix.
Eep (to Mouse): Felix? Like the cat? What?
Mouse (to Eep): no, like a character from a book that I liked as a kid... I had a crush on him.
Eep (to Mouse): Felix huh? Pfft. Heh. Alright. But if you don't like Killer Mouse, I reserve the right to come up with something else.
Mouse (to Eep): besides, I loved that character madly, so I thought it was apropos...
Eep (to Mouse): Loved madly huh?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, madly... I was like 12 or 13. You can call me whatever you like... Unless you want to call me by my real name & then I'd prefer Killer to that.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. I wouldn't do that. You might start calling me Eduardo.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, Eduardo & Emmeline, we sound like characters in a victorian romance novel...
Eep (to Mouse): Christ. Yeah we do. I guess I should buy some ruffled open to the waist shirts.
Mouse (to Eep): oh god, you are not allowed to dress like Vincent.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You are officially allowed to shoot me if I EVER start dressing like Vincent.
Mouse (to Eep): Will do! :-)
Eep (to Mouse): I don't know if I'm grateful or terrified you followed a promise to shoot me with a smiley face.
Mouse (to Eep): well after the whole killer mouse comment I thought it necessary. Besides I bet you'd look hot dressed as a dandy highwayman... actually I know you would...
Eep (to Mouse): God, there are probably photos of that somewhere.
