Brett Chante Mason

[11:44] GM: Heyyyyyyyy bitch! ---€

[11:45] DJ: Do you count the y's out or...?

[11:46] GM: I mean if that's your progative ho don't let me stop you. :P ---€

[12:01] DJ: I mean, you're the one taking the time for all those y's.

[12:01] DJ: Just for me.

[12:01] DJ: Wow.

[12:02] GM: Gill its called holdin down the button, get on my level eelmao! ---€

[12:05] DJ: Just for me.

[12:05] DJ: Wow.

[12:08] GM: Like a perm bitch. ---€

[12:09] GM: Straightenin yo ass out. ---€

[12:19] DJ: Something like that.

[12:19] DJ: Anyway.

[12:19] DJ: What's up?

[12:22] GM: I been bakin up a storm beach that's what. ---€

[12:22] GM: Got pies and cakes out the coddamn wazoo. ---€

[12:23] DJ: Where do you even put all of them?

[12:23] GM: My dex, my sibbies blocks, just leavin em in the carpeteria for random motherglubbers. ---€

[12:25] DJ: So cakes fucking everywhere.

[12:26] GM: Baysically. ---€

[12:26] GM: I mean I eat enough of em. ---€

[12:26] GM: If nobody wants em. ---€

[12:26] GM: It's a burden I carreef. ;P ---€

[12:27] DJ: Oh. Carry.

[12:27] DJ: That's definitely not the first thing that came to mind.

[12:28] GM: And what did, come to mind prey tell? ---€

[12:28] DJ: Nothing.

[12:28] GM: Gillllllll yous a badbass liar. ---€

[12:29] DJ: That sounds like one of the fish you mount on the wall. You know, the kind that sing and don't shut up.

[12:30] GM: And you suck at segways coddamn Brenda you just got a small resume huh? Eelmao! ---€

[12:31] DJ: What am I applying for again?

[12:31] GM: Gettin outta explainin what your nastyass pan cooked up when a bitch murmured carreef. ---€

[12:32] DJ: You don't see it.

[12:33] GM: No what the fuck bitch it could be a million things when you're a master punnin ho! ---€

[12:35] DJ: What are you urchin about. What the anemone.

[12:35] DJ: How am I doing.

[12:35] GM: Stick to ya day job Brenda. ---€

[12:35] GM: File them reports. ---€

[12:35] GM: PORTS BITCH. ---€

[12:35] GM: LIKE TO DOCK. ---€

[12:36] DJ: I don't know what the fin you're talking a ship.

[12:36] GM: Brenda I'm gonna lay your bass out I sea it in your near future. >:P ---€

[12:36] GM: You herringby BANNED from punnin ho. BANNED. ---€

[12:37] DJ: You're telling me I'm river bend.

[12:38] GM: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY??? ----------€

[12:39] DJ: No coral puns.

[12:42] GM: Ocray to completely unrelated but where you at rn? ---€

[12:42] DJ: ...

[12:42] DJ: Nowhere.

[12:43] GM: Brendaaaaaa <3333 don't be a bitch bitch. ---€

[12:44] DJ: I actually have a scheduled seizure like...right now. I'm so busy.

[12:45] GM: I got some pies with your name on em.... ---€

[12:46] DJ: What kind of pies?

[12:48] GM: Chocolate seanut butter, banana peringue, fishissippi mud, and cream cheese black bottom biznatchy. ---€

[12:48] DJ: No salmon pie?

[12:49] GM: I COULD make a key lime chiffon, salmon chiffon so I'm crawssumin that's what you mean! ---€

[12:49] DJ: Wrong.

[12:49] GM: RIGHT! ---€

[12:50] DJ: You are algae wrong.

[12:50] GM: Gilll..... >:T ---€

[12:51] DJ: Guppy.

[12:52] GM: Eelmao, you're the cute guppie puppy. I already got one bowwow I trained. ---€

[12:52] GM: Then again....---€

[12:52] GM: I am an animal lover.... HMMMMM. ---€

[12:53] DJ: Uh.

[12:53] DJ: What.

[12:53] DJ: Also I don't know why I just don't call you Chett.

[12:53] DJ: I'm going to do that now.

[12:54] GM: Ooooooh I ain't tuxed in a whale! I should do that, beat up my face all sexy like. ---€

[12:54] GM: Whale.... sexier. :P ---€

[12:55] DJ: Yeah I have no idea what you mean by that Chett.

[12:55] DJ: Tuxed in a whale.

[12:55] GM: That's my next new stage name thanks bitch! ---€

[12:56] GM: Watch, next time you sea me. ---€

[12:56] GM: Gonna make a mess in ya panties bitch. ;P ---€

[12:56] DJ: Just not next time I lake

[12:56] DJ: What.

[12:57] GM: Just wait... and sea. ;D ---€

[12:57] DJ: Why would I wait for that?!

[12:57] GM: Oh so you wanna sea it now? ---€

[12:57] GM: Damn bitch you hungry. ---€

[12:58] DJ: I DIDN'T SAY THAT.

[12:58] GM: You swimplied it reel hard. ---€

[12:59] DJ: No I didn't? I can't respond to that? I don't even know what the fuck it means?

[12:59] GM: Oh..... yes. ---€

[12:59] GM: You know. ---€

[12:59] GM: You know, ho. ---€

[01:00] GM: Axolotlly what you think it is it is. ---€

[01:01] DJ: How the fuck did we even get here? Jesus.

[01:01] DJ: Somehow this conversation went from stupid to goddamn dumb as fuck.

[01:01] GM: YO FAULT. ---€

[01:02] DJ: How is it my fault?!

[01:02] GM: Chett.... bad fish puns...... you lead me right to it bitch. ---€

[01:02] GM: All cause you wanted to dirty ya draws. ---€

[01:02] GM: Nasty. ---€

[01:03] DJ: NO?

[01:03] DJ: Where did you even get that from?

[01:03] DJ: Takes one to suspect one or whatever.

[01:03] DJ: You're the one calling me Brenda.

[01:05] GM: That was my idea first. ---€

[01:05] GM: The OG original! ---€

[01:05] GM: You just a swimposter. ;P ---€

[01:06] DJ: I'm not

[01:06] DJ: UGH.

[01:06] DJ: Fucking fuck this is stupid.

[01:07] GM: Eelmao it shore is! <33 ---€

[01:08] DJ: Then why are we still having this conversation?

[01:09] GM: Cause you havin fun even though you crawlwaves crotchedy aboat it. ---€

[01:10] DJ: I'm not crotchedy.

[01:10] GM: ....BRENDA. ---€

[01:10] GM: Be prawnest. ---€

[01:10] GM: Yeah you are. ---€

[01:11] DJ: CHETT.

[01:11] DJ: There are better words for that.

[01:13] GM: CROTCHEDY. ---€

[01:13] GM: That's the best word gill. ---€

[01:13] DJ: No it's not.

[01:13] GM: Either that or a Saggy-Bassed-SeaSalty-Bitch. ---€

[01:13] GM: Crawlla that. ---€

[01:14] GM: Evereef time. ---€

[01:14] DJ: Why are we bringing my ass into this now?!

[01:14] GM: Since when it ain't been tbh? ---€

[01:14] DJ: That makes zero fucking sense, you know that right?

[01:15] GM: It makes perfect sense, you don't reefember when we met and I was gonna tap the shit outta ya? ---€

[01:15] GM: Then you got startled over your First Tid Tm and flipped ya seabiscuits. Eelmao! ---€

[01:15] GM: It was cute as shell. :') ---€

[01:16] DJ: You got all huge what the fuck was I supposed to do?! You looked like you were going to EAT me.

[01:16] GM: Bouy was I. ---€

[01:16] DJ: God damn it.

[01:17] GM: Dammit indeed so boom, alwaves aboat the ass. ---€

[01:18] DJ: You are literally the craziest person I know.

[01:19] GM: Moar people than you think say that. That makes me happy! <33 ---€

[01:19] GM: Cuz you gonna think of me, alwaves. ;) ---€

[01:20] DJ: You talk about their ass too? Is that the pattern here?

[01:20] GM: I mean some of em yeah. ---€

[01:23] DJ: Well, okay.

[01:23] DJ: I think I have no choice but to just accept that nothing about you makes any kind of logical sense.

[01:23] GM: Now you gettin it! You a lil slow on the uptake but you got it baybe! :D ---€

[01:24] DJ: I'll deal with it.

[01:24] DJ: I guess.

[01:25] GM: CODDAMN STRAIT! ---€

[01:26] DJ: I'm in my room by the way.

[01:26] DJ: So if you want to hang out or something.

[01:26] DJ: I can meet you somewhere.

[01:26] GM: I ain't gotta block so guess we meetin in your block Brenda. ---€

[01:27] GM: Hope it's clean gill. ---€

[01:27] GM: I'm gonna tell ya if it ain't. ---€

[01:27] DJ: Great. Just what I was missing in my life.

[01:28] GM: Ya whalecum! ---€

[01:28] GM: Sea you in fifteen! ---€

[01:28] DJ: Fine.

[11:56] GM: What up bitch?---€

[11:56] DJ: Hey.

[11:56] DJ: Haven't seen you around.

[11:57] GM: Aww you been searchin the surf for a mermaid? ;P ---€

[11:57] DJ: No, I naturally just notice that you're not in my field of vision lately.

[12:01] GM: Unluckily for you I been home, ho. Took Sillyass to sea my Swimpire. ---€

[12:01] GM: You Crawtta scope it out to Brenda. ---€

[12:02] DJ: I don't know what a Sillyass is but it sounds like a mode of transportation?

[12:02] DJ: And Brenda's me.

[12:02] GM: That's my main POA. Probubbly, maybe, kinda moar searious. ---€

[12:02] GM: We tryna sea. ---€

[12:03] GM: And yeah, claps for you bitch Brenda is you. :P ---€

[12:03] DJ: What's a POA?

[12:04] DJ: Pot on agriculture.

[12:04] DJ: Part of amnesia.

[12:04] DJ: Person of ass?

[12:04] DJ: That sounds like you.

[12:05] GM: Eelmao. Yeah you right, you right. ---€

[12:05] GM: Got enough ass for the class to get seconds on this cake. ---€

[12:06] DJ: So you're dating Person of Ass.

[12:06] DJ: Is that what you're saying?

[12:06] GM: Piece of Ass, but you was close. :D ---€

[12:06] GM: And he a ass sometimes yeah. ---€

[12:07] GM: ....Whale shit Brenda. Person works too. ---€

[12:08] DJ: I can say cool shit sometimes.

[12:09] GM: Ain't blew your suave load yet, ho? ---€

[12:10] GM: Make sure not to use it up in one place. :P ---€

[12:11] DJ: All the time, actually. You just don't always appreciate it.

[12:12] GM: He conchstanly blowin his godclam load. A Real Deal Ho for the People. ---€

[12:13] DJ: I'm a Real Deal Ho?

[12:13] GM: With all that nastyass load blowin SHELL YEAH! ---€

[12:13] DJ: I mean...coming from you, that's gotta be a compliment, right?

[12:15] GM: Shore is, love it, appreefciate it, live it. ---€

[12:18] DJ: Then fuck, you must be giving me compliments all the time.

[12:19] GM: Don't feel yourshelf yet Beyonce, everyone's gotta lil ho in em. ---€

[12:22] DJ: But ho's a positive thing, right?

[12:23] GM: Deependin on the context, bitch. These is fundamentals we been over before! ---€

[12:26] DJ: I know, I know.

[12:27] DJ: I'll just take it as a compliment every time.

[12:27] DJ: Shit, Chanda.

[12:29] GM: Now she learnin how to bake a cake. :P ---€

[12:29] GM: How you been bitch? ---€

[12:29] DJ: Okay. My face looks less fucked up.

[12:30] GM: Ok so you back to lookin decent, that's good! ---€

[12:31] GM: Could beat ya face nice and right this time around I bet. ---€

[12:31] DJ: I'll pass on getting my face beat again.

[12:43] GM: Too bad Betty! ---€

[12:43] GM: It's happenin as soon as I get my mitts on your ass. :D ---€

[12:44] DJ: Fuck no.

[12:44] DJ: Don't hurt my face again.

[12:50] GM: Girl I mean makeup. ---€

[12:51] DJ: Oh.

[12:51] DJ: Okay, in comparison, that's better.

[12:51] DJ: Not a big deal.

[12:51] DJ: Whatever.

[12:59] DJ: Oh.

[12:59] DJ: Cool.

[12:59] DJ: Yeah, whatever. I don't care.

[01:00] GM: That scared of the stairs huh? ---€

[01:01] DJ: It wasn't the stairs. You knew that all along.

[01:02] GM: Yeah you can't lie for ship, bitch. But if you wanna protect whoebber whooped ya ass then I can't make you tell me shit. ---€

[01:02] GM: I knucked up on a good number of motherfuckers I know what a knuckin look like. ---€

[01:03] DJ: I feel like the people you knucked up on are all dead.

[01:03] GM: Okurrrrrrrr Ms. Cleo! :P ---€

[01:04] GM: Truth though. ---€

[01:08] DJ: See?

[01:10] GM: Ocray but who kicked your shit in and why you was tryin to keep people from knowin it? ---€

[01:10] DJ: Ugh.

[01:10] DJ: I don't want to make a big deal about it.

[01:10] DJ: I just don't want to talk about it any more than I have to.

[01:11] GM: Then you ain't gotta. Like I said it's up to you Brenda. ---€

[01:11] GM: Can't make you do shit.---€

[01:12] DJ: I was trying to keep my mom from finding out but-- she found out anyway.

[01:13] GM: Did she krill the bitch? ---€

[01:13] DJ: Uh. No?

[01:13] DJ: That would have been even worse.

[01:14] DJ: Anyway. It's not like I didn't deserve it.

[01:14] DJ: I was being an asshole.

[01:14] GM: Yeah that'll get your ass beat, unless you got a bigger stick but I digress. :P ---€

[01:14] GM: Figured what you gonna do now that you had all that time to reeflect? ---€

[01:15] GM: Don't sound petty. ---€

[01:15] GM: Sound at peace with it. ---€

[01:16] DJ: Well. I just...

[01:16] DJ: I decided that's not exactly the person I want to be.

[01:16] DJ: I'm not going to be a pushover or anything but...I'm trying?

[01:16] DJ: To be a dick less.

[01:16] DJ: People actually want to be your friend here so.

[01:16] DJ: Yeah.

[01:18] GM: Might help you out in the future too, not gonna lie you a shit business man. And bitches ain't gonna wanna work gigs with a crotchedy grandpa.---€

[01:19] GM: No matter how cute. ---€

[01:19] DJ: Look, I know, I know.

[01:19] DJ: Shit's just different here?

[01:19] DJ: Than back home.

[01:25] GM: What kinda busted up community you lived in where Bitch was Law? And I mean on a widescale kinda scheme. ---€

[01:26] DJ: Just.

[01:26] DJ: Ugh.

[01:26] DJ: I talked about it with my mom so I guess I can talk about it again.

[01:28] DJ: Went to a public school, okay? And when I got into middle school, I started to make friends and everything but.

[01:28] DJ: The second I had a seizure my friends flipped out and no one treated me the same again.

[01:29] DJ: I don't know. It was like...I was fragile or something? When I'm not. I know how to handle my seizures. I knew then and I know now. Just gotta wait those out.

[01:30] DJ: The school kept calling an ambulance when we told them I didn't NEED to go because they wouldn't do anything. And my parents just had a shit ton of hospital bills.

[01:30] DJ: Anyway, I was done with people's shit. I was done trying to be around people that treated me like I couldn't take care of myself.

[01:30] DJ: So I didn't really think about it, but I guess that's why I'm like this now.

[01:33] GM: Brenda. :/ ---€

[01:34] DJ: What.

[01:38] GM: Now bitch, that's... wait how old are you? I don't know when "middle school" happrawns but girl if you a certain way that's how you are though. ---€

[01:38] GM: Not like change can't happen and be good and shit, doin it for yourshelf and all that's good but bitch. ---€

[01:38] GM: Let's be reel. You still gonna be a dick though. And that's ocray still. Like damn. ---€

[01:39] DJ: I'm 17. So that all happened like...5 years ago. And it just continued.

[01:42] GM: Baby face. :P ---€

[01:46] DJ: Yeah. And okay, I'm not gonna be all charitable and shit but I'll just try to not remind people of their bullies as children.

[01:48] GM: Dam.... all these hoes totin around baggage like that? ---€

[01:49] DJ: Who the fuck knows.

[01:50] GM: Oh bitch came the time you knew, about 50% of you learnt reel quick. Still that shit sounds so foreign.---€

[01:51] DJ: Yeah. So that's been what's up with me.

[01:52] DJ: Where are you again?

[01:55] GM: My empire, chillin in my palace. ---€

[01:55] GM: Got too much energy and not a whole crawta company atm. ---€

[01:55] DJ: Jesus.

[01:55] DJ: When are you coming back?

[01:56] GM: Damn Brenda miss me much? But sometime soon I'm thinkin. ---€

[01:56] GM: Hear y'all got major ship brewin out there. ---€

[01:57] DJ: Something like that.

[01:57] DJ: It's what I hear anyway.

[01:58] GM: Might talk to the Cappy to sea if he'd wanna pad here. ---€

[01:58] GM: My swimpires the fuckin best prawnestly. ---€

[01:59] DJ: I think we're going to Skaia, actually.

[01:59] GM: I mean for travel Brenda. Go get some OJ damn gill fo reel! ---€

[02:00] DJ: I like how it's specifically orange juice.

[02:01] GM: Shit's good! ---€

[02:01] DJ: I know what to get you for your birthday.

[02:01] GM: 80 !!!!---€

[02:01] GM: I'll take food bitch, no complaint! ---€

[02:02] DJ: I was going to get you a shit ton of orange juice.

[02:03] GM: Um..... was?????---€

[02:03] DJ: Now you're asking for food.

[02:04] GM: Ocray...... when isn't OJ a kinda food? ---€

[02:04] DJ: It's a drink.

[02:04] DJ: You drink it, Chanda.

[02:04] GM: Ho, you injest it. ---€

[02:04] GM: Same shit. ---€

[02:11] DJ: Sure.

[02:11] DJ: Anyway.

[02:11] DJ: You should come back here.

[02:14] GM: Mhmmmm. I'll let you know when I'm back Brenda. ---€

[02:14] GM: Since you so hungry you'll be the first to know. :P ---€

[02:14] DJ: How considerate.

[02:16] GM: You're whalecum! ---€

[02:19] DJ: Shit. I gotta sleep.

[02:19] DJ: But hey. Message me tomorrow or something.

[02:19] GM: Ocray Brebre. I'll hit you up. <333 ---€

[02:19] GM: Get ya rest on gill. ---€

[12:13] BRETT: -she may nearly trip over something...or...someone? here's brett, on the floor again, staring at nothing and scratching his arm in a repetetive motion-

[12:15] CHANDA: *At least she doesn't step on him but she definitely stumbles and has to catch herself after getting tripped up on his leg. Looks down at him* Oh fuck.... ---€

[12:16] BRETT: -this continues for a few more seconds before he stops, and he's blinking a bit more rapidly now, eyes seeming to look around the room in a bit of a confused state-

[12:20] CHANDA: *In those few seconds she's been squat next to him, plucking on her phone then glances at him and stops her tapping* Sup bitch, you good? ---€

[12:22] BRETT: -he groans a little and meets her gaze, and it takes him a few moments- what

[12:24] CHANDA: *tilts her head a little* You. Good? Dunno what your deel is but I know a trance when I sea one. Just makin sure your pan ain't fuckin scrambled. ---€

[12:27] BRETT: -takes a deep breath and squints, exhausted- i'm fine -it never feels like he gets used to this somehow-

[12:30] CHANDA: If you say so ho mary, need some vasaline on that arm? *chinhands* Usually I mollusk insist bitches wear they nails but shit if you was. #rip ---€

[12:31] BRETT: -looks down at his arm. he could use vasoline, but he doesn't want to accept help. it makes him feel weak.- it's not a big deal

[12:32] BRETT: What?* I'm fine.* It's not a big deal*

[12:38] CHANDA: Whale yeah you ain't paintin the halls just sayin it's a sad lil flesh wound! ---€

[02:26] BRETT: Painting the halls? -he squints-

[02:30] CHANDA: Yeah bouy like if you got deep up in there. ---€

[02:31] CHANDA: *chinhands at him* All that craycray bloodspray ain't happenin. ---€

[02:32] BRETT: -he carefully sits up- No, it's not. So I'm fine.

[02:36] CHANDA: You gonna go lie down baybe? Not that you'd ask for it but you don't seam like the type to wanna do shit aboat gettin crawssistance.---€

[02:37] BRETT: I was just lying down. So no. And that's just because I don't need assistance. Doctors don't do anything.

[02:37] BRETT: Well, they can't anymore, anyway.

[02:47] CHANDA: You ebber sean a hyponopsychosis ho to untrance your sweetass? ---€

[02:48] BRETT: -grumbles- It's not a trance.

[02:56] CHANDA: Yeah? Looks like one. *stands up and shifts her weight, putting a hand on her hip and offers him a hand. Her nails are sharp be careful* ---€

[02:56] BRETT: -he stares at her hand for a moment and then rolls his eyes before taking a hold of her hand so he can pull himself up-

[03:00] CHANDA: *too late she hauls him up easily. Like he's a collection of grapes she's plucking right off the vine. Grins* You still like actfin uppity bitch? ---€

[03:06] BRETT: I don't know what you mean by that. -dusts himself off-

[03:07] CHANDA: All dramatic and flaseda with a prickle stick up ya money maker! :P---€

[03:08] BRETT: I'm not even going to acknoweledge that.

[03:16] CHANDA: Pft! Girl you just did though!---€

[03:16] BRETT: I'm not a girl.

[03:18] CHANDA: Act like a bitch though! ---€

[03:44] BRETT: -he frowns- Whatever.

[03:48] CHANDA: Why the frown clownfish? You think that's a bad thing? ---€

[03:49] BRETT: How is that a compliment by any means?

[03:49] BRETT: Seriously.

[03:51] CHANDA: .........SNRK! ---€

[03:51] CHANDA: Tell me somefin bouy. ---€

[03:51] CHANDA: What's bad aboat bein a bitch fish? ---€

[03:52] BRETT: Uh. The bitch part.

[03:54] CHANDA: Ocray but what does bitch MEAN? ---€

[03:54] BRETT: In the context you just used it? In regards to me?

[03:54] BRETT: As far as I'm concerned, there are several definitions.

[03:57] CHANDA: ..... I'll give you context but it don't gotta be bad all the damn time. ---€

[03:57] CHANDA: I'm a bitch and I'm fuckin loud aboat it! ---€

[03:57] CHANDA: You gotta rock that shit and own it like a good bag, bitch! ---€

[03:58] BRETT: When referring to yourself, you mean it in a positive manner. When you tell me I act like a bitch, you're saying I act pathetic.

[03:58] BRETT: I know the difference.

[03:58] BRETT: I'm not stupid.

[04:00] CHANDA: Girl you got some fishues you gonna haave to work out, calm down Bayonce! ---€

[04:00] CHANDA: Evereefthing isn't an attack funny enough. ---€

[04:01] BRETT: -Gives her a look-

[04:01] CHANDA: If I thought you were reel, deal, whollyfill pathetic nasty trash I wouldn't bother te be atch. ---€

[04:02] BRETT: I don't know what's more preferrable at this point.

[04:03] CHANDA: *grins* Too bad, too late! Come swim with me since you all revitalized and super fine as hell by your standards.---€

[04:04] BRETT: Okay, you're using so many ocean puns that I don't know what you actually mean by swim.

[04:06] CHANDA: Literally swim, I was goin to the pool. That shrimple enough? :P ---€

[04:07] BRETT: -Looks around- I guess.

[04:08] BRETT: I have to get my shit, though.

[04:11] CHANDA: *snrks* Bouy, what shit you even need to go swim? ---€

[04:12] BRETT: Shorts? A towel? -DUH-

[04:13] CHANDA: *raises eyebrow* All optional. ---€

[04:14] BRETT: I'm not going swimming in pants.

[04:16] CHANDA: *hand on her chest* Oh my fuck baby bouy you so simple bitch. CLOTHING is optional. ---€

[04:17] BRETT: I'm not skinny dipping.

[04:17] BRETT: Sorry.

[04:26] CHANDA: You ain't sorry but if you wanna keep that body-ody-ody to yourshellf that's your perogative ho. ---€

[04:26] CHANDA: If you're gonna get your stuff then clocks a tickin. ---€

[04:33] BRETT: Okay. How about I just...meet you there?

[04:34] CHANDA: Bitch I'm not stupid. I know your game. ---€

[04:35] BRETT: Look, I'm not going to ditch you.

[04:35] BRETT: I'd say no If I wasn't going to.

[04:35] BRETT: I don't fucking beat around the bush.

[04:35] CHANDA: I hope not that's nasty. ---€

[04:35] CHANDA: But if you say so I'll SEA you there! ---€

[04:37] BRETT: -groans at that comment- Uh huh. -NOW HE GOES back to his room to get his stuff-

[04:39] CHANDA: *She watches him go for a bit.... takes picture of his butt. Phone makes a duck sound then turns back to go to the pool texting away.*

[05:43] BRETT: -he hears a duck sound and looks over. that's weird. anyway, he GRABS HIS STUFF and heads straight for the pool-

[05:55] CHANDA: *When he arrives it seems empty but maybe she's just under the water because her shirt, shorts, and heels are all on one of the chairs* ---€

[05:57] BRETT: -he stares at that chair and gets a very FLUSHED LOOK ON HIS FACE. he wears his swim shorts and a tank top as well as FLIPFLOPS. where are her CLOTHES-

[05:58] CHANDA: *On the chair DUH. A grey dot emerges at the end of the pool. Peeks at him and paddles on over with ALL THAT HAIR behind her* Awwww look at you, now I don't gotta put the squeeze on you later! ---€

[05:58] CHANDA: Good choice! ---€

[06:04] BRETT: -looks down at her, super flustered- Are you...?

[06:16] CHANDA: Am I ...... ,':T ---€

[06:17] BRETT: Wearing...? -so coherent-

[06:21] CHANDA: Oh my fuck are you askfin me what I'm wearing? ---€

[06:21] CHANDA: Nasssssssty.---€

[06:21] CHANDA: *still wink tho*

[06:22] BRETT: -he just stands there-

[06:28] CHANDA: Get in the water ya freshness. ---€

[08:02] BRETT: -he's so...confused right now but he ends up sliding off his shoes, taking off his shirt, and carefully stepping in-

[08:08] CHANDA: *grins as he does so and floats backwards, right into that black spill of hair* There now ain't that betta than sittin around bein a grumpass? ---€

[08:08] CHANDA: And yes, for your information I'm wearin a swimsuit, why the shit would I be the only naked one here? Makes no damn sense. ;P ---€

[08:39] BRETT: I don't know. You're pretty weird.

[08:39] BRETT: -shrugs as he enters completely-

[08:39] BRETT: I don't know what you're like.

[08:40] CHANDA: Then get to know me, that's the obvious shoalution. ---€

[08:41] CHANDA: I'm full of surprises bouy, might overwhelm ya! ;) ---€

[09:00] BRETT: You got that right. I have no fucking idea what you're going to do next.

[09:03] CHANDA: Yeah 'cause repetition is boring as shit and I make it my business to make my life maximum interesting. ---€

[09:03] CHANDA: *leans back and dives under the water, glub glub glub glub*

[09:04] BRETT: -he is about to respond when she dives under water, and he just sighs. mckayla maroney unimpressed face-

[09:06] CHANDA: *It's ok she comes back up, and keeps on coming. Bigger than before and kind of up in his business, the onesie bathing suit she's wearing isn't her clownfish one and thus is straining against this larger form* I could blow ya mind guppie.

[09:07] BRETT: JESUS. -he's taken aback by this.- HOW THE-? -he steps back-

[09:10] CHANDA: *grins* Outta all the names you coulda called it can't be mine? :P ---€

[09:47] BRETT: -another step back. he is going to die today-

[09:47] BRETT: What--?

[09:58] CHANDA: Aww did I scare you for reel? ---€

[10:00] BRETT: ...uh... -he doesn't know what to do-

[10:03] CHANDA: *Puts finger to his lips * Shhhhhhh. ---€

[10:04] CHANDA: Wanna know how I do what I do baybe? ---€

[10:05] BRETT: -his widens- Uh...

[10:11] CHANDA: *She leans in...... REAL close. Goes to mutter in his ear* I'm a mothergrubbin monster bouy. ---€

[10:11] BRETT: -he sQUEAKS-

[10:13] CHANDA: *snorts and giggles then kisses his cheek before leaning back* Ho you cute. ---€

[11:17] BRETT: ...uh...

[11:19] CHANDA: Toldja the grumpy ones blush the hardest didn't I? That bouy is GAGGE! ---€

[11:19] CHANDA: ((Gagged---€

[11:19] BRETT: Who are you talking to...?

[11:20] CHANDA: You bitch a duh. .... *grins wider* Oh fuck.... you haven't put two and two together have you? ---€

[11:21] BRETT: -he swallows-

[11:21] BRETT: Are you...two people?

[11:21] CHANDA: *SNNRK* Sorta but no reely! :P ---€

[11:22] CHANDA: You met be before though. ---€

[11:23] BRETT: ...

[11:24] CHANDA: *chinhands* I bought you. ---€

[11:24] CHANDA: But didn't sell you. ---€

[11:24] CHANDA: Cuz I know good investments when I sea em. ---€

[11:26] BRETT: -his eyes widen- On LOLCAT. That club.

[11:29] CHANDA: ;) Gotcha bitch. ---€

[11:30] BRETT: Are you saying...-he shakes his head- That when you're small I haven't met you before? But when you're like this I have? WHAT?

[11:31] CHANDA: Shhshshhsh. You met me tiny, now I'm big. I can be whichever I wanna it ain't too hard to get baybe. ---€

[11:32] BRETT: ...but who were you talking to?!

[11:32] CHANDA: Girl who else in here???---€

[11:32] BRETT: Me. But you. Referred to me as a he.

[11:33] CHANDA: Lisfin baybe, gender is irrelevant if I'm lookin at you then I'm talkin to you, firstly. ---€

[11:33] CHANDA: On the second. ---€

[11:34] CHANDA: I told you on the night we met that grumps blushed the hardest and here I am bein right as a bitch on social media. ---€

[11:34] CHANDA: Take a breath, calm your titties ho. ---€

[11:34] BRETT: -he's frowning-

[11:35] BRETT: Are you going to kill me?

[11:35] BRETT: Can I say goodbye to my mom first or...?

[11:35] CHANDA: I might I dunno yet, could just make you scream. ;P---€

[11:35] CHANDA: And I mean scream more than what you already been doin. ---€

[11:35] BRETT: -his face pales-

[11:36] CHANDA: *She raises an eyebrow* .......So searious. ---€

[11:36] BRETT: -steps back again-

[11:37] CHANDA: *sighs and goes to lift herself out the water* You still not readin between the lines baybe. You ain't my son, dunno if I can raise ya. ---€

[11:37] BRETT: I don't know what the fuck is going on?!

[11:38] BRETT: Can you just...say it plainly? Instead of using all these goddamn fish puns and speaking in riddles and third person and WHAT THE FUCK.

[11:39] CHANDA: *Rolls her eyes and wrings out her hair* Aight simple bitch lemme break it down for you. ---€

[11:40] CHANDA: *pops a squat by the edge of the pool putting on her Empress speech voice* I enjoy horsing around with people I find most amusing. ---€

[11:40] CHANDA: I make many friends in my travels, some lasting only nights others for months, rarely for lifetimes. ---€

[11:41] CHANDA: You are highly literal and very much on the defense at the littlest statements. ---€

[11:41] CHANDA: *lifts her phone* Now if you don't mind, I would like to find someone to fuck tonight. Which I do mean in a literal sense. ---€

[11:42] CHANDA: *tap tap tap tap tap on the phone and stands*

[11:42] BRETT: -He's in shock at all of this, mouth a little agape- So you're...one person?

[11:42] BRETT: Who can change sizes?

[11:43] CHANDA: *just to prove it to him she goes small, the bathing suit fits much better* Bereef it.

[11:43] BRETT: Wait...were you trying to...? With ME?

[11:45] CHANDA: i was thinking aboat it you woulda made cute faces im sure *texts so much*

[11:46] BRETT: Uhh... After that...whole thing in the hall? You still? Um.

[11:50] CHANDA: What was that supposed to change? *raises eyebrow* Dunno what the deel is but it don't change that I wanted to hit that. ---€

[11:51] BRETT: -He's so...SPEECHLESS. WHAT?! He stumbles over his words a little- Oh.

[11:51] BRETT: Weird.

[11:52] CHANDA: Sea, this is some shit you gotta work out on your own bitch. ---€

[11:53] CHANDA: Some parta you ain't the whole thing. ---€

[11:53] BRETT: -Damn. That hits so hard he doesn't know what to do with it-

[11:53] BRETT: ...yeah. Okay.

[11:55] CHANDA: *Meanwhile she texts and puts her hair in a ponytail* Sea you though, hope you pray on that shit baybe. Hit me up later if you don't wanna fight every step of the way. *slips on her shoes and goes right for the door, mmng she might have to go back to Lauctis, dang* ---€

SF: >hey this is brett rite?<

DJ: Uh. Yeah.

 DJ: Who's this?

 SF: >its nellie<

SF: >nellie watsit<

SF: >the uh<

SF: >guy who kicked ur ass the other day<

 DJ: Oh. Uh.

 -- disgruntledJockey [DJ] ceased pestering supersonicFoxtrot [SF] at 18:09 --

-- supersonicFoxtrot [SF] began pestering disgruntledJockey [DJ] at 18:10 --

SF: >wait no<

SF: >dude plz dont<

DJ: I didn't mean to do anything else.

DJ: I can't even think of what I did this time.

DJ: But whatever it is, I'm sorry.

SF: >u didnt<

SF: >jeez like<

SF: >no seriously ur fine u didnt do anything<

SF: >you didnt even really do anything the first time<

DJ: Then why are you talking to me?

SF: >i mean u were a dick but still thats not really anything<

SF: >i came to say im sorry<

 SF: >for what i did<

SF: >im not usually like that<

SF: >i mean i am but i try not to be<

 DJ: It's okay.

DJ: I'm.

DJ: Always like that.

DJ: But I'm going to try not to be.

 SF: >ok<

SF: >so i kno were not cool but<

 SF: >we..cool?<

DJ: What constitutes as not cool but cool to you?

SF: >like do u hate me?<

SF: >afraid of me?<

SF: >do i gotta stay away from u?<

DJ: I don't hate you.

 DJ: You should hate me.

 DJ: Hating you doesn't make any sense.

SF: >um<

SF: >yeah it does?<

 SF: >i beat u senseless or close to it<

SF: >im pretty sure ur never supposed to do that to anyone even if they're bein a dick<

DJ: I was wrong to you too though.

SF: >i mean yeah<

SF: >u were<

SF: >but i punched you dude<

DJ: Yeah. I don't know.

DJ: No hard feelings.

SF: >ok<

SF: >cool<

SF: >again sorry for beating on your cheek meats<

SF: >have a chill day<

PL: sonflower.

PL: where you been?

DJ: Mom...sun? Momsun?

DJ: Fuck.

DJ: Shoot me.

DJ: Also I've been around.

PL: lets hang.

DJ: I might be. A little. Busy.

PL: whatcha doin?

DJ: Uh.

DJ: Homework.

PL: pffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

PL: yeah right.

PL: Im bringing cookies.

DJ: I'm sick.

DJ: Also.

DJ: Just.

DJ: Vomitting. Everywhere.

DJ: It's gross.

PL: no youre not.

PL: theyre chocolate chip.

PL: and peanut butter.

DJ: I'm allergic. Also.

PL: no youre not.

PL: you cant hide from me.

PL: :)

DJ: Hm.

DJ: Okay.

DJ: Just.

DJ: Don't freak out.

PL: too late.

PL: Im your mom.

DJ: Agh.

PENNY: *kicks at his door*

BRETT: -wears his hoodie but knows it's kind of moot when he opens the door.-

BRETT: ...Hey...

PENNY: ...

PENNY: *STARES.*

PENNY: who did it?

BRETT: I.

BRETT: Had a seizure at the top of some stairs? -why can he lie to his adoptive parents and not to his biological mom-

PENNY: no you didnt.

BRETT: -moves so she can come in-

BRETT: Does it really matter who if I started it?

BRETT: You should see the other guy.

BRETT: I sure beat him up.

BRETT: With my words.

PENNY: sure you did.

PENNY: *CARRIES IN COOKIES*

PENNY: you might as well tell me.

PENNY: Im gonna find out.

PENNY: if I havent already.

BRETT: -those really smell good and he's kind of relieved he isn't missing out on these. he just KNOWS with penny that she WILL find out-

BRETT: I don't know where to start. Like.

BRETT: I mean. I'm aware I'm a huge jerk. I just didn't...realize it could go that way.

BRETT: Some kid named Nellie. He was already upset and I kept saying things to get a reaction out of him.

PENNY: *sticks a cookie in her mouth.* .... why?

BRETT: And it really hit him hard and he eventually just. Shoved me and then all the rest.

PENNY: so.

BRETT: So...

BRETT: -sits down on his couch-

PENNY: whyd you do it?

BRETT: I don't know. -he kind of looks ashamed talking about it with his ACTUAAL mom-

BRETT: I do that to everyone.

PENNY: you think people dont like you?

BRETT: Uh. -looks down a little- I don't...really give them the chance to.

BRETT: I guess.

BRETT: So of course no one likes me because I make it that way.

PENNY: but its not because you want them to dislike you.

BRETT: I want them to not...be friends with me. I guess? -so much guessing-

PENNY: why?

BRETT: -He just shrugs, saying nothing else.-

PENNY: because theres something you dont want to happen.

BRETT: -It's hard to think about exactly what it is, he's been doing this for a while- I...I guess it's easier?

PENNY: for what?

BRETT: To not have to give everyone a tutorial on how to deal with all of my stuff.

PENNY: because you dont want to or because you dont think theyre gonna get it?

BRETT: -groans a little bit, running his hand through his hair- I don't know? People get freaked out sometimes by me. I mean, a LONG time ago, I did start to make some friends. Junior High. But the minute they saw me have a seizure, they treated me differently. It wasn't like they were mean or scared or anything, they just...Acted like I was fragile all of a sudden. I don't like feeling like that.

BRETT: A lot of times some of them just called 9-1-1. Racked up my family's hospital bills for no reason. Because I didn't give them an entire shpeel.

BRETT: I'd rather skip all that. I don't NEED in person friends.

PENNY: ... baby.

PENNY: its not Junior High anymore you know?

PENNY: you dont have to keep doing the same stuff.

BRETT: -His expression softens and he looks a little defeated. A little ashamed about it all- Yeah. Some teachers would be like that too? So I just...kind of figured it lasted.

PENNY: it doesnt last.

PENNY: and you can change it too.

BRETT: -he glances up at her- How do I change how other people react?

PENNY: sometimes you cant.

PENNY: but you can talk to them about it.

PENNY: tell em what you want.

PENNY: what you need. or dont need.

BRETT: -he listens, nodding- I might have fucked it up with this crew already.

PENNY: no you havent.

PENNY: take it from a world class fuck up.

PENNY: shit fucks up and then it gets better.

PENNY: you just gotta be there for it.

PENNY: all of you.

PENNY: cuz youre part of the fuck up you know?

PENNY: nobody can fix it for you.

BRETT: -He listens to her words and just slowly nods- It gets better, huh?

PENNY: thats the cheesy slogan they tell you in recovery.

BRETT: And it's true?

PENNY: yeah. eventually.

PENNY: if you stick it out.

PENNY: its not just something that happens.

PENNY: and itll get worse sometimes too.

PENNY: youll... relapse.

PENNY: forget what the fuck you came so far for.

PENNY: feel like it doesnt mean anything.

PENNY: feel like a fuck up almost every day.

PENNY: but then you dust your shit off.

PENNY: and people get to you and you get to them.

PENNY: in a good way.

PENNY: .... *bites cookie.*

PENNY: you just dont stop.

BRETT: You sound like you're a pro at this. -Listening her talk just feels so honest and real, and it feels like they've known each other forever. it's probably the most genuine conversation he's ever had-

PENNY: like I said.

PENNY: world. class.

PENNY: it took me way too many years to be better.

PENNY: it shouldnt have to take you that long.

BRETT: I'm glad you did get better, though. -he says this after a few moments- Even if it took years. I think that's something to be proud of.

PENNY: ... *well jeez. now she's smiling into this cookie and a little moist in the eyes.*

PENNY: dammit.

PENNY: how dare you get me all...

PENNY: fuckin.

PENNY: momotional.

BRETT: -he actually takes a cookie finally- That's my secret duty as your long lost son.

BRETT: Gotta make the big reveal interesting.

PENNY: oh shit theres a reveal now too??

PENNY: you better not have made anybody pregnant.

BRETT: Well, the reveal already happened.

PENNY: oh good.

BRETT: Me. I'm the reveal.

PENNY: alright now put it back nobody needs to see that.

PENNY: *snrrrk*

PENNY: ok no.

PENNY: mom of year award is not going to me.

BRETT: Maybe not that stupid award. But you get the one that matters. Brett's Long Lost Mom of the Year Award.

PENNY: kay now Im gonna get my gross mom tears on all the cookies.

PENNY: thanks son.

PENNY: making up for all those years I didnt get to cry on your organic kale lunches.

BRETT: Ew gross.

PENNY: yeah I know.

PENNY: cmere.

BRETT: -scoots-

PENNY: *wraps an arm around him and leans head onto his shoulder*

PENNY: ... I woulda loved making you lunches.

PENNY: especially the gross ones.

BRETT: -he smiles a little- I mean you're not too late.

BRETT: I'm here...so.

PENNY: ...

PENNY: dont tempt me.

BRETT: Sounds like you want to be tempted.

PENNY: yeah I do.

PENNY: prepare for shitty mom lunches.

BRETT: Can I complain when you give them to me?

PENNY: Id be disappointed if you didnt.

BRETT: Cool. Then let's do that shit.

PENNY: *casually just... smooches his cheek.*

PENNY: fuck.

PENNY: I just love you dude.

BRETT: -the smile widens- Aw, Mom.

PENNY: I mean it.

PENNY: loved you since you were a clump of lil Brett cells.

PENNY: just starting to be a dude.

PENNY: and now youre just a big nerd and I love you even more.

BRETT: Just a guy being a dude. -he laughs a little but hearing her makes him feel inexplicable. his expression softens and being with his real mom just makes him want to be more honest than he's ever been in his life. she makes him feel like he can start over at 17.- I think I always loved you too. Even if I didn't know who you were, I knew you were out there. Somewhere.

PENNY: ... *shit. now she's definitely tearing up for real, and she sniffs despite the tears rolling down her face already. both her arms are going around him now, hiding her face in his shoulder.*

PENNY: I just-- I was made to be your mom I know it.

BRETT: -He just hugs her in return, thankful that his bruises are lower than when her arms are so he doesn't have to pull away or ruin this at all. Why is he tearing up? Is it because she's tearing up? Because he's just as grateful as she is? Both. Penny is greater than Brett could have ever hoped for.-

PENNY: they tried to stop me but its just not gonna happen.

BRETT: Nope. -he sniffles a little. this doesn't feel real. none of this does. the fact that his mother loves him feels the most like a dream, but it's by far the best part-

PENNY: *WRONG. Brett is the best part, as always.* I love you so much.

BRETT: -here he is, heading toward a vending machine for a soda probably. he looks over at the mess this troll has made and squints- Wow. Someone who likes to work in trash.

NELLIE: -Brett enters his field of vision and he glances up from his video just in time to catch that comment.- NELLIE: -He squints and sets down his device in his lap after pausing it.- <its just cans dude> NELLIE: <also does it look like im workin?> NELLIE: <ending statement wut crawled up ur butt>

NELLIE: -Hes just not in the mood to be called out on his habits.-

BRETT: -rolls his eyes- Wow. Someone who likes to play in trash.

NELLIE: .............. NELLIE: <bruh seriously wtf fuck> NELLIE: <no body asked u to comment on my trash>

NELLIE: <and im super not asking you butt boy>

BRETT: It's a common space. That plus free speech let's me say whatever the fuck I want.

NELLIE: <free speech is also lettin you be a jackass> NELLIE: <just a big fat FYI> -He huffs and picks up his phone again. Just fuck this guy, why is everyone picking on him? What did he do?-

BRETT: That's another plus for me, then. I don't see how any of this is supposed to be bad.

NELLIE: -Dramatically drops the device back into his lap with an exaggerated sigh.- NELLIE: FUUUUUUCKKKKKK UFFFFFFF!!!!!

BRETT: -laughs a little- What? How am I supposed to fuck uff?

BRETT: Get your shit together dude.

NELLIE: NGHHHH!! -Deep breath. Okay. Chill it dude.- NELLIE: ........... -One deep breath because hes still really ticked off already, he just wanted to watch idiots fail at games together but now hes glaring at a guy. Great.- NELLIE: <fuck OFF> NELLIE: <better> NELLIE: <take ur lame ass candle hair and stop tryin to get on my bulge> NELLIE: <AINT INTERESTED>

BRETT: Candle hair. That's original.

NELLIE: <CANDLE> NELLIE: <HAIR> NELLIE: <go troll someone else flame boi>

BRETT: Flame boy. I think you just gave me my next track title. It's going to be about some moron who rolls around in empty cans and thinks he's witty when he's just dumb as hell.

NELLIE: -What did the counselor lady tell him to do when the deep breaths didnt work? Count backwards from ten?? Okay time to try that.- NELLIE: <if im dumb as hell then wut does that make you mofo> NELLIE: -ten... nine.... eight...-

NELLIE: <ill tell you wut it makes you> NELLIE: <a crappy one trick ass munch>

BRETT: Maybe that would mean something if you had context but you don't. So it's all coming out of your ass.

NELLIE: -seven. six. five. His face has started to take on a fiery tint. Him getting a bit mad bro.- NELLIE: <i dont NEED context to call a mother fucker a bitch ass bulge wad when i see one> NELLIE: <and boi do i see one> -He sits up a little bit more in his chair and without much thinking on it he kicks one of his empty cans in Brett's direction.-

BRETT: -he looks at the can and snorts- Don't try out for soccer or you're going to be crushed.

NELLIE: -HGHHH!! Okay now he's standing up, his phone dropping onto the floor (thank god for protective casings)- NELLIE: <am i gonna be as crushed as ur crumpled up ass and face!!> -More aggressively kicks another soda can at him.-

BRETT: That attitude's not going to work on a team, either.

NELLIE: Im my owen dam teem!!!!! -He was too busy kicking a third can at brett, his accuracy getting better, and he was too worked up to focus on his pronunciation.- NELLIE: Eat shitt!!

BRETT: -this can hits him this time but he just shakes his head- I'll leave that to you. I'm sure you have plenty in your little dump.

NELLIE: -What number was he supposed to be on? Five? Three? Its getting a little hard to stay focused and his face is pretty flushed as hes now stomping over to Brett to get up in the humans face.- Whut tha fuck do yuh WANT!!

BRETT: -well this is entertaining. Also a little unsettling. But his pride is far too much to do anything smart right now- To get a soda but I could do anything and you'd be in my face like this.

NELLIE: Yeh I am!!! NELLIE: 'Cus YUH wont stahp DRAGGING on ME!!! -On each word he is jabbing a finger into Brett's chest. Six... Five..-

NELLIE: Ive got 'nuff shit without yur ugly face makin my night HELL! -Four... Five. Four.-

BRETT: I mean you can just not talk to me. But it's like you're asking for it. Like you want to be here. Bro. -he swats his finger-

NELLIE: -He swats his hand back, a little bit harder.- Brofo FUCK NUH!! NELLIE: Dont TOUCH me! Dunt TALK tuh me!! I'll!! I'LL !! NELLIE: -Three. Four... THREE. Two.- NELLIE: I'll freakin wreck yuh!!

BRETT: -he just starts laughing. he can't help it-

NELLIE: ............. -Is this. Is this fucking happening. Is he actually just in some messed up pipe dream, this fucker. Nellie stares at him, looking a combination of bewildered and pissed. That laugh... That fucking laugh its just like that smug asshole kid in one of his old foster fams used to make. Fucking Daveed. Dragging on him, pushing him around fucking POSTER child Daveed, god dammit.- stOP. LAUGHING!!! NELLIE: -Before he has better judgement, Nellie lifts his arms up and shoves Brett.-

BRETT: -he is legitimately surprised to be shoved and he looks it for a second- Maybe you should fucking chill?

NELLIE: -Chill?? CHILL???- I was fuckign CHILL befur you started gettin in my FACE!! NELLIE: -He steps into Brett's space and shoves him again.-

BRETT: -his eyes narrow- Uh, you're the one in my face, dickhead. -He's SLIGHTLY CONCERNED NOW BUT DOESN'T WANT TO SHOW IT-

NELLIE: SHUT!!! UP! SHUT!! -His whole face is bright red, and his breathing is coming in hard puffs through gritted teeth. He can't hear anything but his blood is rushing, boiling, fuck he hasnt been this mad in so long. Shit what number was he on?? What was the number? God he could hardly catch his breath let alone remember numbers. Shit, fuck dammit. He was freaking out again.- NELLIE: Call meh dickhad again fuckign DO IT!! -He shoves Brett a third time and by this point they've crossed the room so the wall is very much behind the human.-

BRETT: -actually starts to fele pretty guilty, like he really did cross a line. like this isn't just being a lowkey asshole anymore. his back hits the wall and he's scrawny as fuck so he knows he won't be able to defend himself- I. BRETT: Hmmm.

NELLIE: SPEAK UP!! -He snaps, getting right up there in Brett's face again, there are no breaks.- GO on SAY IT!! NELLIE: Im fucking DEFF! say it LOUD! Yuh wanted me mad im pissed. -He growls, and Brett only needs to look into Nellie's eyes once to know that he isnt playing around.- NELLIE: -People have been dunking on him lately, he came here to make more friends not be bullied. But without fail it felt like just one person after another had been ripping into him, not a lot on their own but combined it was really digging under his skin. Dennab had been a tipping scale lately, screaming at him when he only wanted to vent about his brother being in the hospital, and then again later online. And now this shit with whoever the fuck this was?? No. Hell no he wasn't taking this, he was never taking this crap again, he was sick of it. "No lusus" "Weak ass idiot" "Fight" "Dumbass" "Fight or get killed, thats the real world" "Smellie" "freaks dont have lusii" "Liar." "FIGHT"- NELLIE: -He grabs the front of Brett's shirt and keeps him up against the wall, no matter that the human is bigger then him, hes got his own strength.-

BRETT: -uh oh. oh no. mmmmmm. brett just fucked with a deaf kid. and now he's new levels of doomed and pathetic. his eyes widen slightly, watching nellie and glancing down toward his hand pushing him up against the wall- I-I-don't-- BRETT: I.

NELLIE: -No, Brett doesn't get to just suddenly stop talking, thats not how this works. Nellie snarls and uses his grip on Brett's shirt to pull him forward and then slam him back into the wall again. Intimidation, you win with intimidation when you're small like him. Assert dominance, fight them off. Thats how you survive.- NELLIE: SAY IT!!

BRETT: -now he's pretty terrified and thinking that nellie wants him to call him a dickhead because not doing so is not getting him anywhere. shit.- (Dick...head...?)

NELLIE: -Brett, truthfully there was probably very little in terms of a "right choice." Because the moment Nellie sees his mouth form the words, his eyes widen and one hand is letting go of the shirt so a fist can pull back and crack right across his jaw.- NELLIE: MatherFUCKER!! -Its not stopping there, Nellie isn't giving him time before hes punching Brett right in the gut.-

BRETT: -bad choice. this whole thing was a bad choice, actually, and then he feels nellie's fist in his gut and the wind's knocked out of him. it's shocking, the feeling of being punched in the stomach, and he wheezes a little- Yeah, okay I--

NELLIE: -No. No talking now. Watching brett trying to speak just sparks another reaction and He's slamming his fist into his face again, hard enough to try and knock Brett over he wont even try to hold him up.-

BRETT: -and THAT is painful and he can't help but yell at how much it hurts and he's significantly knocked over to fall to the GROUND. he puts a hand to his cheek and eye area and it STILL stings. he tries to push himself up-

NELLIE: -A boot clad foot is coming down on Brett's back to keep him from getting up too far.- NELLIE: ..................... -Nellie is dead silent now as he briefly lifts his foot up just to drive it back down with full force.-

BRETT: -and that hurts even more as his face hits the floor, hard.- I'm s- -he's trying to breathe in between all of this- I'm sorry--

NELLIE: Cant. Here. Yuh. -He punctuates each word with another blow from his boot, and then he uses his foot to kick brett onto his back so he can sit down on him and pin him like that.- NELLIE: -He stares at the red head with an expression that screams detachment. Just stares at the damage hes already done. Is Brett bruised? Is he bleeding? He wants to see.-

BRETT: -and his SIDE. SHIT. OW. his eyes water by the time he's kicked to his back. visibly his face is definitely going to bruise, especially over his eye. his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. he can taste blood and all he can think of is how he's so stupid. he looks up at him, panicked- I'm sorry-- I'm sorry--

NELLIE: -There is already blood on his knuckles as he grabs Brett's jaw with no hint of gentleness.- NELLIE: ....Say it.

BRETT: -he's actually crying. brett mason is crying as he looks up at nellie, wincing at the pain- Say--what--?

NELLIE: -Crying... His old best friend Jammie once cried when Nellie kicked him back so hard that the kid's horn cracked. Jammie and him had to tell the nurse that he fell out of a tree.- It. NELLIE: Say it. -Even he wasn't sure what he wanted to hear. Dick head? Sorry? His mind was like a tornado.-

BRETT: -there are tears pouring down his face and mixing with blood- I don't know what-- What do you want me to-- I'm so sorry--

NELLIE: -He squeezes Brett's face harder, and at the same time bright ugly tears drop onto the humans face and it doesnt even full register to Nellie that hes also crying now.- NELLIE: ................... -His hand starts shaking and lessens its grip before falling away all together. Watching Brett look so defeated, so scared. Its just sending him into a further spiral.-

BRETT: -just kind of lies there on the ground, sniffling and beaten, waiting for the next hit. brett is also shaking-

NELLIE: -The next hit doesnt come. He only sits there in silence as more tears poor down his face.- NELLIE: -Eventually, he numbly gets off of Brett and stands to his feet before staggering off and out of the room, leaving both the bleeding kid and his phone behind. Nothing feels like its registering with him, hes numb.-

[09:56] DJ: Hey, Rory.

[09:56] PO: Oh wow. Hey brett!

[09:57] PO: This is a pleasant surprise. :)

[09:57] DJ: Is it really that pleasant, though?

[09:57] DJ: I'm just saying hey.

[09:59] PO: Yes, it's pleasant. Because that's my state of mind upon hearing from you.

[09:59] PO: Nice!

[09:59] DJ: Sure. What's up?

[10:00] PO: With me? Nothing...

[10:00] PO: Just reading. I had a nice bath so now i'm relaxing.

[10:00] PO: And you?

[10:01] DJ: Just fucking around. Working on some music. It's being a pain in the ass and it sucks.

[10:03] PO: Aww... i'm sure it's not that bad. You're just being your own worst critic.

[10:03] PO: That's okay.

[10:22] DJ: Eh. I like to think I have some kind of self-critical capacity.

[10:22] DJ: I have to in order to make organic sounds like this.

[10:24] PO: Is that... a good thing?

[10:24] PO: Sorry. I don't actually know all that much about beat drops and um.

[10:24] PO: Remixes? Haha.

[10:25] DJ: Just call it EDM. Save yourself the breath and confusion. Umbrella term all of it.

[10:40] PO: Edm? Is it an acronym for something?

[10:41] DJ: Electronic dance music. Insert your electronica, dubstep, trance, house, etc..

[10:42] PO: Oh right! I should start a file for all the musical education you're going to share. :)

[10:42] PO: You're self taught, right? Or have you gone through courses?

[10:43] DJ: Mostly self taught. They don't teach this shit in high school.

[10:47] PO: That's really admirable.

[10:47] PO: I know even i had piano lessons.

[10:56] DJ: Yeah, like...I did some music theory classes and then did further study on my own. Kept me up most nights. Hah, still does.

[10:57] PO: It's nice having something you're passionate about... gosh.

[10:57] PO: You're wanting to become a DJ. Why not consider a producer? Unless that's the same thing.

[10:59] DJ: I mean, I do that too. I have my own albums and shit online. Some CD copies. But you know, way under the radar.

[11:00] PO: Hehe. That's really fun.

[11:00] PO: I saw you at joel and colt's birthday party. :)

[11:00] PO: I'm only sorry i didn't stop and say hi.

[11:01] DJ: I'm in my own zone. It's cool. Didn't even know you were there.

[11:02] PO: That's ok. I had fun while it lasted.

[11:02] PO: It's a shame we don't get to hang out more though. Do you think that's something we can fix?

[11:10] DJ: ...is that a rhetorical question?

[11:19] PO: ?

[11:19] PO: I mean you don't have to answer, that's fine.

[11:19] DJ: Because obviously we can fix it?

[11:19] PO: It's obvious? :O

[11:20] DJ: I mean.

[11:20] DJ: We both have working feet.

[11:20] DJ: So.

[11:21] PO: Yeah... now that you mention it.

[11:21] PO: I do have feet.

[11:21] DJ: Surprise.

[11:21] PO: Hehehe. :)

[11:21] PO: And i like to walk.

[11:22] PO: Would you like to walk with me some time?

[11:22] DJ: Yeah. Okay.

[11:23] DJ: Can't guarantee I won't fail at the walking thing for a few minutes at a time sometimes.

[11:24] PO: We can take breaks. I don't mind.

[11:26] DJ: I'm going to start calling them breaks instead of seizures.

[11:37] PO: I think we'll be ok if we're careful.

[11:37] PO: I know it must be hard for you. :(

[11:47] DJ: Get that frown face out of here.

[11:47] DJ: I'm fine.

[11:47] PO: :( :( ;(

[11:48] DJ: Okay, now you're just.

[11:48] DJ: You're doing that on purpose.

[11:48] PO: ;0

[11:50] DJ: Okay, that one's just fucking stupid.

[11:51] PO: It's my face...

[11:51] DJ: It's a representation of your face.

[11:54] PO: That's true.

[11:54] PO: It's probably why I like it so much.

[11:57] DJ: Oh, my God.

[11:59] PO: Yes?

[12:00] DJ: You're just ridiculous.

[12:00] DJ: When do you want to do the whole walking thing?

[12:01] PO: In the morning. I'm comfy in bed by now.

[12:02] DJ: Works for me. Wasn't gonna get my ass out of bed either.

[12:03] PO: I wouldn't dream of breaking a more perfect union such as our collective asses in bed.

[12:06] DJ: That's.

[12:06] DJ: Probably the worst sentence I've ever read in my life.

[12:10] PO: The thing about language is you can arrange words in any way at all. Every way you can think of.

[12:10] PO: And no one can take it away from you. :)

[12:11] DJ: But I can judge you.

[12:12] PO: That's ok.

[12:15] DJ: Cool.

[12:15] DJ: So. Have you lived on this ship your entire life?

[12:16] PO: We've moved around a little... but always stayed within the same community.

[12:17] PO: I enjoyed going to school quite a bit.

[12:24] DJ: I'm so glad I'm not going to school anymore because that shit sucked.

[12:24] PO: That's ok. It's not something for everyone.

[12:25] PO: My eldest brother, John, never went to school.

[12:25] PO: My dad actually reared him with home school.

[12:26] DJ: Lucky guy.

[12:26] PO: Awww... At least you don't have to worry about it anymore.

[12:28] DJ: Well, I would probably hate being homeschooled, too. I don't know what's worse, being stuck at school all day or being stuck with my parents all day.

[12:29] PO: Do they give you a hard time?

[12:30] DJ: I don't even know where to start.

[12:31] PO: You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

[12:42] DJ: Nah. I can.

[12:46] DJ: So.

[12:46] DJ: I was adopted by my parents as a baby.

[12:46] DJ: Pretty much right away, I guess.

[12:46] DJ: They thought it was impossible for them to have kids of their own.

[12:47] DJ: But somehow when I was like two my mom got pregnant with my little brother and that went flawlessly. Like nothing was ever wrong.

[12:49] DJ: And as I grew older I kept getting more and more symptoms. I was just a kid when I had my first seizure. Around five or something. The tics started way before that.

[12:49] DJ: So as you can imagine, my parents flipped out.

[12:50] DJ: Long story short, after a lot of hospital visits and stays, I was diagnosed. And since then, my parents have been just...ugh. Annoying as fuck.

[12:50] DJ: Overwhelming.

[12:50] DJ: Trying to dictate what I do or don't. Think I can't take care of myself.

[12:50] DJ: Like sure, I'm not able to fucking drive or anything but I can walk to the store to get stuff I need.

[12:50] DJ: They let my brother do whatever the hell he wants.

[12:51] DJ: I get twenty questions and he gets "you go, Jason. Keep up the good work. Challenge yourself, Jason."

[12:51] PO: Oh... Yeah. I see.

[12:54] DJ: And with me, it's all, "Are you sure you should be doing that, Brett? Didn't something happen last time you did that, Brett? Don't forget your pills, Brett."

[12:54] DJ: It's great.

[12:56] PO: I'm sorry to hear all of that.

[12:56] PO: Of course, an environment like a public school wouldn't work out the best for you.

[12:57] DJ: People flip their shit all the time there.

[12:57] DJ: Like, at this point, I really don't need to go to the hospital whenever I have an episode.

[12:57] DJ: My parents drown in hospital bills, I swear.

[12:58] DJ: But teachers like to call 9-1-1 whenever something happens. And the doctors send me home every time because there is nothing they can do.

[12:58] DJ: Except bill my parents.

[01:01] PO: It's an unfortunate circumstance...

[01:01] DJ: Eh. I don't have to worry about it anymore.

[01:02] PO: Yeah. That's true.

[01:02] PO: I'm glad you told me about it.

[01:02] DJ: Really?

[01:03] DJ: I don't see how you benefit from that at all.

[01:05] PO: I'm not glad because i think i'm benefitting from it.

[01:05] PO: It just helps me understand you better. Where you came from... and hopefully where we all go from here.

[01:06] DJ: Okay. I mean, I'm still confused why the hell you want to understand me better, but. You know what? Sure. Okay.

[01:07] PO: I just think you're fun to talk to.

[01:08] DJ: Define fun.

[01:08] DJ: Or I guess define "talk to."

[01:08] DJ: Sometimes it means "to fuck with."

[01:08] DJ: That's the majority of talking I get thrown my way.

[01:20] PO: Do i make you feel like that?

[01:20] DJ: No.

[01:22] PO: Oh ok. I'm relieved. :)

[01:22] DJ: I'm gonna just.

[01:23] DJ: Call that sincere.

[01:23] DJ: And uh.

[01:23] DJ: I should go to sleep now.

[01:23] PO: That's cool, haha. Me too.

[01:23] PO: I lost track of time...

[01:23] DJ: Yeah. Same.

[01:23] DJ: See you tomorrow?

[01:24] PO: Sounds great! I'll meet you in the common room at 9.

[01:24] DJ: Cool. Night.

[01:25] PO: Night night.

RORY: *On his way to the common room, determined to visit a few familiar haunts before settling into figuring out a routine for the evening. Just natural Rory things. Adjusts at the loose sleeves of his comfy pink top when... he spots someone lying on the ground down the hall. Visibly twitching. Rory's mindset switches on a dime as he rushes forward, one hand reaching for his comm already.*

RORY: Huckleberry f-- *This was a seizure. What the hell were all those child safety courses used for if he couldn't recognize a seizure?? Rory stays kneeling at the guy's side, heart racing. Visibly he wasn't freaking out but eyes were narrowed in high alert as he shot a message to the infirmary.*

RORY: It's ok. Someone's coming. *He's very determined to hover insistantly, using these next few seconds to check all the important factors. Careful, so careful not to move or touch him.*

BRETT: -he snaps out of it slowly, eyes looking around, a bit of drool on the corner of his mouth, and someone kneeling and hovering over him.- Fuck. -he barely speaks, his hand carefully moving to wipe at his own mouth-

RORY: *can't help but breathe easy as the spasms disappate. He won't even register the nasty drool.* Oh... good.

RORY: You're using words.

BRETT: -He groans and takes a deep breath, attempting to slowly sit up- No shit.

BRETT: What do you want me to do, bark at you?

RORY: It's ok. Either way it would be a response. *stays kneeling* I called the infirmary if that's also ok.

RORY: Do you feel like you need to see a doctor?

BRETT: -He watches this guy closely, obviously judging- Oh, fuck no. Cancel it. Whatever it is. Tell them they don't need to come. It's just a waste of time.

RORY: Ok. I will do that for you. *Takes his comm back out and sends this message to the infirmary. He seems oblivious to getting judged like he is. He better be judged. The lengths Rory goes to wear comfy clothes as well as matching soft makeup touches are immense.* Does this happen often?

BRETT: -He keeps sitting because he isn't ready to stand up just yet- Often is an understatement.

RORY: That's unfortunate. *carefully stows his comm away. Also stays kneeling... just to keep him company and peer at him curiously.* I'm glad I saw you when I did.

BRETT: -It's a really nice and kind sentiment, but Brett seems to overlook that- Why? It wouldn't have made a difference. All that would be different is you getting to see it for yourself.

RORY: *Doesn't appear bothered by his tone and just nods... purple eyes thoughtful.* Yeah. Maybe you're right about that.

RORY: The difference is I'm here now and I don't mind that at all.

BRETT: -this dude is so calm. what the hell? brett's aware he is acting like an asshole, but for some reason that doesn't seem to deter this person at all- Congratulations. You got front row seats to the freak show.

RORY: The drool was a nice touch. *says it like he genuinely liked that part especially :> *

BRETT: -Snorts and rolls his eyes- Perks of being in the front row.

RORY: It was a priviledge. *He will kill him with kindness if it's the last thing he does. Offers to shake his hand.* I'm rory. I don't think i've seen you around before.

BRETT: -stares at rory's hand for a second but gives in and shakes it VERY briefly. laziest handshake ever- Brett. Penny's my biological mom, so I'm hanging out with her.

RORY: Oh ok. That's pretty cool. *says it uncooly. He's obviously a nerd.* Roxanne is my mom. Maybe you know her or maybe you don't. Either way, it's nice to meet you.

RORY: Have you been here long? *releases his hand. Rory has decided the stronger handshake goes to himself. Ye.*

BRETT: No idea who Roxanne is. Not really looking forward to meeting a bunch of people here. And no. Maybe a week? Shit, I don't know.

RORY: Well if you're here for your mom that's all that matters. The ship is a pretty big place. It's easy to forget you have the option to mingle with others. Even if it's an option you don't want.

RORY: It's there regardless. *glances around* Were you going somewhere specific?

BRETT: -He sighs loudly- I don't fucking know. Leave it to me to forget. I was likely going somewhere.

RORY: I was on my way to visit the common room.

RORY: Would you like to come with me?

BRETT: -normally, he would say no. but something causes him to shrug- Don't have anything better to do.

RORY: *Well cool because he is standing up again. Brushing off his white slacks.* Do you need help standing?

BRETT: No. I have working legs and feet, thanks. -he carefully stands, making sure he's good but damn he feels EXHAUSTED-

RORY: That's a relief. *But he will continue to hover in case any of these factors CHANGE for some reason. Without further adeiu, Rory is taking the lead for the common room.* Can i get you something to drink? They have vending machines.

BRETT: -brett follows him since he's still not sure where everything is, so this is helpful.- Do you think I can't get one myself, or...? -brett, stop it-

RORY: Not exactly. *hums and leads the way onward* I guess the better word would have been "may i". I can understand if you're offended now.

BRETT: -Okay, this guy maybe has an OKAY sense of humor- Sure. Whatever.

BRETT: Do what you want.

RORY: Doing what i want includes getting you a drink. Cool. *nods, agreeing with... pretty much himself. Pfft. By the time they arrive to the common room, Rory is going for the vending machine.* Do you like anything especially?

BRETT: Anything lemon lime. -he plops down on one of the couches there-

RORY: *That's pretty straightforward. He buys a regular sprite for Brett and cold tea for himself. Comes over and offers the soda out to him.*

RORY: It's a good flavor as far as sodas go. I prefer tea or cold coffee myself.

BRETT: -takes it- It's pretty much the only thing I drink. -cracks it open-

RORY: I'll have to remember that. *sips his own tea and moves to inspect the line of bookshelves across the room. The UU has seriously been lacking some good books... Glances at Brett from the corner of his eye.* There's a remote there if you want to watch tv.

BRETT: -he shrugs and takes the remote- There's a low chance something good will be on. -Flips it on anyway-

RORY: What do you consider good? *peering at this book on... knitting patterns. Okay, yes. This will do. He drags it to a table and sits there, giving Brett plenty of space to himself.*

BRETT: -thanks rory- Good stuff, ideally. Stuff that isn't shitty or average?

RORY: Ok. I think home decor channels are pretty good. And model runway stuff can also be considered "good".

RORY: Do you agree?

BRETT: I've never seen any model runway anything because I think it's all just a load of conforming shit.

BRETT: I fall asleep to home decor channels sometimes.

RORY: So that's not good tv by your standards. *slowly turning the knitting book pages* What is?

BRETT: You know those music channels that try to focus on alternative music and edm and then they don't last very long?

BRETT: Those.

RORY: *sitting all the way over here, he ends up smiling to himself.* Oh ok. Yeah.

RORY: Why not let some of that play?

BRETT: -squints at him- You want to watch that?

RORY: Yeah. I've never had the opportunity to appreciate it before.

RORY: Why not?

BRETT: -He looks at him for a moment and then nods, switching the channel- This is uh. Called Reverb. It's actually going off the air entirely in a week. I think a cooking channel is taking its place. -There's some kind of abstract music video playing-

RORY: Huh. *turning his chair to give the tv his full attention* Is this a channel transmitted from earth?

BRETT: Yeah.

BRETT: I don't know how they're still...airing.

BRETT: But they are.

BRETT: Maybe it's like...pirate tv.

BRETT: Some guys want to spread the news of good music and hack into the satellite or whatever.

RORY: That would be one explanation. *glances at him* Also inspiring.

RORY: I don't suppose you watch tv often anyway.

BRETT: Yeah. People risking all that for music? Amazing. -he shakes his head- Nah. Not really. It's...mostly music. Don't have to deal with visuals that way. Sound doesn't affect me at all. -he realizes that doesn't make sense- I'm uh.

BRETT: Epileptic.

RORY: *nods with understanding anyway. He kind of figured but also didn't want to assume.* You'd be surprised what people would risk for their passions.

RORY: That's probably corny to say.

BRETT: Actually, not really. It seems like it would be corny.

BRETT: It would be worse if you said "if you believe, you can achieve anything." That's fucking stupid. But what you said? I can go with that.

RORY: Well.

RORY: You can. *starting to smile a little again*

BRETT: -he's sort of smiling now, out of amusement- Dude. Corny as fuck.

RORY: * ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ *

RORY: Sorry. That was easy.

BRETT: You had to take it. I get it.

RORY: There's that at least. *turns back to his knitting book* I wish i knew more stuff about music.

BRETT: Hey. I can teach you all you need to know. All the good stuff.

BRETT: You'll get an advantage from me because I'm not going to waste your time on "classics" or "modern hits." -He literally makes air quotes-

RORY: That sounds fun. I'm a fan of classic anything. *smile. Gosh, for a mild mannered young man such as him, this was exciting.* I like classical music.

BRETT: Classical? Okay. That isn't super shitty. I can work with that. Make classical electronic and you have the kind of music I make.

RORY: Oh. *tries to picture this and ends up nodding* Yes. I can see that.

RORY: Hold on.

RORY: *takes out his communicator and fires up an app.* ....

RORY: *shows off the screen. Theres a minature version of a piano there.* :)

RORY: *sets his fingers on the screen and starts to hit a few springy notes*

BRETT: Oh, shit. I've seen those before. You know how to play anything?

RORY: I can do piano concerto. I've actually played a few shows for school. *Because he's a nerd.*

BRETT: You do anything original?

RORY: Oh no. *ducks his head with a small, abashed smile* Composition isn't my... forte.

BRETT: It's not everybody's. I'm sure you could do it if you wanted to.

RORY: *shiny eyed glance at him but ok. He sneaks a little mischief into it.* Do you...

RORY: Believe i can?

BRETT: -Takes him a second, but he looks back at him and squints- No. I don't believe shit.

RORY: *looks off and discreetly wipes the lower half of his face to keep from laughing a little. Ahem.* That's disappointing.

BRETT: That's my specialty.

BRETT: Disappointing.

RORY: You're very thorough. *He's trying so hard to not... going as far as rubbing his chin.*

BRETT: That's the only way to go.

RORY: Yes... *He's weak. Dips his chin down into his scarf to keep from grinning.*

BRETT: Oh my god, are you fucking losing it behind that scarf?

RORY: ... *gives it a second*

RORY: (I have a cough.)

BRETT: You do not.

RORY: ...

RORY: *coffs*

BRETT: Faaaaaaake.

RORY: That i ain't. *finally starting to relax and lowers his scarf. He does look incredibly smug.*

BRETT: Your cough is.

RORY: It wasn't. *pouts a little but the expression smooths over. He's back to resting his chin onto his palm and looking at the knitting book.*

BRETT: -he may actually be laughing just a little- Do you knit?

RORY: Yes. Though not professionally. *smirking like a little shit into his palm*

BRETT: ...you're still going.

RORY: Yeah, i guess so.

RORY: It just kind of happens when something is funny.

BRETT: I don't even remember what that something was.

RORY: I'm not a professional knitter. Though i like to knit.

RORY: I'm also not a professional composer. Though i like to play piano.

BRETT: I...what?

RORY: ...

RORY: Never mind. *The point was, it was fun messing with him. Rory is satisfied for now.*

BRETT: Okaaaaay. -he exhales and looks at the tv- Oh. I like this guy.

RORY: I assume he's really good. *shoots a brief glance that way*

BRETT: Oh, hell yeah. He's like the best DJ out there. -there's some guy working turntables and pressing buttons in an odd kind of music video-

RORY: Like the spinning mixes they do at parties?

BRETT: Well, there's that aspect of it and then there's the actual composing of electronic music. Which this guy is like. The best at.

BRETT: Nothing sounds like his stuff and that's why it's so good.

BRETT: I've watched his livestreams, seen how he puts songs together. Fucking brilliant. It's like watching the Michelangelo of music create right in front of you.

RORY: That's almost poetic.

BRETT: Exactly. Point made.

RORY: Good.

RORY: I like it. *starts tucking the book away and sips more at his tea*

BRETT: What kind of tea is that?

RORY: Standard green. *peering at the can as if to make doubly sure.* They also have ginger and chamomile if you happen to want to try it at any time.

BRETT: I...haven't really had much tea. I guess I could give it a shot. It's probably better than this. -lifts up his sprite-

RORY: It has a smoother texture. *nods* Plus none of the carbonated bloating that follows most sodas.

RORY: I guess i'm just a fan.

BRETT: Yeah, I get that. -looks back at the tv and then looks up and away from it because someone decided it was a GREAT idea to make a video of RAPIDLY CHANGING FLASHING COLORS-

RORY: *catches sight of his rapid glancing.* Oh.

RORY: ...

RORY: We can turn that off if you want.

BRETT: Nah. I like the song. I can look away.

RORY: Ok. *gazing at Brett as he avoids looking on the screen.* Hi.

BRETT: ...

BRETT: What the fuck?

RORY: ...

RORY: You were looking at him.

RORY: *Me

BRETT: ...hey?

RORY: ...

RORY: * :) *

RORY: Hello.

BRETT: You're really fucking weird.

RORY: *his mouth is twitching with another creeping grin. But no he muscles it down.* Hello is something people say when they are attempting to establish a verbal connection.

RORY: However brief it is.

BRETT: From across the couch.

RORY: Ok but it's a practice that's generally accepted in society so it can't be weird.

BRETT: Not when you have been in each other's presence for a while.

BRETT: I mean, unless you've got a case of short term memory loss.

RORY: Maybe i wanted to greet you again.

RORY: To establish the connection anew. * c: *

RORY: *Or he's just messing with him again. It's really hard to tell.*

BRETT: What are we doing, re-introducing ourselves?

RORY: *innocent nodding* I'm rory.

BRETT: You're.

BRETT: Wow.

BRETT: Okay.

BRETT: I know you're fucking with me. But it's not in the worst way possible like prongle. I fucking hate prongle.

RORY: Am not.

RORY: I could like saying hi to you.

BRETT: You are fucking with me.

BRETT: It's not debatable.

RORY: I'm not...

BRETT: -gives him a look-

RORY: *regards him with a quirked brow* In fact, when one of us leaves and then meets up again.

RORY: The chances of it happening again.

RORY: Is probably very certain.

BRETT: Introducing yourself, sure.

RORY: Saying hi.

RORY: (Because i like it so much.)

BRETT: I know you do.

RORY: *grins now. Okay. He's definitely fucking with him.*

RORY: Thank you for acknowledging my viewpoint.

BRETT: You're welcome. -he's so snarky what the fuck-

-- pennyLane [PL] is an idle chum! -- PL: oh hey .PL: what are we damning? I need to dig up the goat blood in the back of my closet first. PL: sorry sweetie I dont remember your handle. did we do a shoot?

DJ: Well, no. Not exactly. We haven't really met.  DJ: I guess we did once, technically.  DJ: I mean I don't think I was really cognizant at the time in my life.

PL: oh haha I know what you mean. happens all the time. PL: you remember me though thats a good sign. PL: I mean not that I can fault my leaving a lasting impression. PL: Ive seen my face a few times before. PL: its nice.

DJ: I'm not sure if uh.  DJ: I mean unless it happens literally every nine months. DJ: That would mean. Uh.  DJ: I don't think that would be pleasant.  DJ: Wow, I'm really doing this here. Like an idiot.

PL: oh Jesus Christ. -- pennyLane [PL] is an idle chum! -- PL: hey sorry. PL: what were you saying?

DJ: As much as I want to end this conversation and pretend like it never happened... DJ: I would hate myself if I did.  DJ: My name is Brett. I'm. 17 now.  DJ: I was adopted over seventeen years ago by my family but... DJ: I've been spending a lot of time trying to find my biological mom and if by chance I got it right this time... I'm your son.

PL: yeah. I named you.

DJ: ...you did?

PL: sure did. PL: better not tell the fam youre talking to me.

DJ: No, I won't. Trust me. I don't.  DJ: I don't tell them anything I don't have to.

PL: youre a smart kid. PL: fuck PL: nothings wrong is it? PL: are you in trouble?

DJ: Oh, no. I was just thinking about how I didn't really know anything about you. And I wanted to.

PL: yeah I PL: want to know you too. PL: I uh PL: do you like them?

DJ: My family?

PL: yeah.

DJ: I love them, like everyone does. But they just...I can't stay with them anymore.  DJ: They're a little overbearing and a little overprotective and I just don't want that, I guess.

PL: okay. good for you. PL: they always seemed like the type. PL: wished like hell they could get rid of me but I always found a way to see you. PL: haha I bet you dont even remember any of that either. PL: God... PL: this is crazy. PL: I never thought youd wanna talk to me.

DJ: I...didn't know about that.  DJ: What happened? Like... how did you see me?

PL: oh Jesus. PL: a lot of ways. PL: looked up pictures online after a while. PL: I went to their house a couple times. PL: you know just. fucking weird shit that crazy people do. PL: but I wanted to see you. PL: I didnt give a fuck what they thought about me. PL: but I figured they would tell you I was the garbage person that ruined your life and thatd be that. PL: I mean they probably werent wrong. PL: haha look at me im not even letting you talk. sorry Im so shit at this mom thing.

DJ: No, no. This is all stuff I wanted to know. I'm not that exciting. Not in a fun way, anyway.  DJ: They just told me you weren't okay. And that you couldn't be my mom.

PL: I wanted to. PL: Im PL: sorry baby

DJ: You don't have to be.

PL: but I do PL: I am PL: you should have been with me and not just PL: nevermind. sorry. PL: its okay. PL: tell me about you. PL: or whatever you want to talk about.

DJ: You can continue. Not just what?

PL: just... PL: strangers. PL: and I should have been better. PL: I should have been able to take care of you. PL: but thats the kind of fuck up your old mom is. PL: shot us both in the feet before we even got over the starting line.

DJ: I don't think of you as a fuck up.

PL: thank you baby PL: Brett. PL: you dont need to be hearing this shit out of me what the hell. PL: I wanna like PL: I want to talk to you like family is supposed to. PL: do you want to be family? PL: with me?

DJ: I think so. I mean this is the first time I've talked with you. So. So far so good.

PL: hahaha ok. PL: fuck Ill take it. PL: I guess I should tell you more about me so you like PL: actually know who I am. PL: uh... PL: where do I even start shit.

DJ: Yeah. Wherever you want.

PL: so. Im an actress. PL: not really a famous one. PL: but hey you have a famous aunt. PL: youve heard of Robyn Saint right?

DJ: Yeah.  DJ: I have some of her stuff.

PL: no shit. PL: thats my sister.

DJ: Wait, seriously?

PL: yup.

DJ: Oh my god. Wow.

PL: yeah. shes still pretty cute for an old lady.

-- pennyLane [PL] sent the file "rileys60-1.jpg" -- PL: this was us on her sixtieth haha.

DJ: Well, shit. I don't even know what to say.

PL: cool beans Mom. PL: I now know I have a cute rich little old aunt.

DJ: Cool beans, Mom. DJ: I now know I have a cute rich little old aunt.

PL: oh my God. PL: yeah. PL: so. PL: I grew up in Houston until I took off with some crazy ass friends to California. PL: your grandparents were not crazy about the idea but they werent crazy about much except in general. PL: have you noticed the pattern thats occurring here. PL: I think if I say that one more time I might actually dunk my head in a toilet.

DJ: That would be unpleasant. Haha.

PL: oh believe me it is.

DJ: You have experience with that?

PL: I have experience with a lot of shit baby.

PL: not gonna lie my life before you wasnt really glamorous. PL: you probably couldve guessed that though.

DJ: I think there's more that I don't know than I can guess.

PL: yeah. I guess thats fair. PL: well. PL: Im an addict. PL: mostly uh. pills. PL: Ive been clean for a while now.

DJ: Ah, okay. Congratulations.

PL: thanks. PL: so... PL: you ever seen any of my movies?

DJ: I found one online. DJ: Blanking on the name.

PL: haha its all good. PL: God knows Ive put most of them out of my head.

DJ: Which was your favorite?

PL: oh definitely The Block.

DJ: What was your role in that one?

PL: I was just a background character. but what went down while filming was way hilarious. PL: that was like my first gig too. PL: imagine going onto your first set ever and seeing this like weird like gaunt faced anglerfish looking guy as your director. and that isnt even the weirdest part. PL: he made us all take these like sticks to the bathroom so he would always know if someone wasnt immediately available. PL: also he legitimately had these pairs of underwear made with his face on them and gave each crew member a box to "share with family."

DJ: People like that exist?

PL: look up Tommie Wiseau. hes very real.

DJ: Oh. That explains it.

PL: trust me Ive got plenty more where that came from. PL: Im supposed to be talking about my stories though I guess. PL: figure you might be wondering who your dad was. PL: I met him when I was working the Hollywood strip. used to dress up sometimes and pose with people for money. that was pretty fun. PL: even got a couple sugar daddies out of that but Ill save those stories for another time.

DJ: I was going to get to that, yeah. Where...is he now?

PL: not here. PL: his name was Bruno. PL: French. PL: even taught me a little. PL: a pretty decent guy. not the best but definitely not the worst. PL: I was pretty excited to start a family though. something to look forward to. PL: didnt get married. didnt even have a chance to move in together yet. PL: I was two months pregnant with you when he had a heart attack. PL: a really stupid way to go for a guy that young you know? PL: I dont know if it was genetic or what. PL: couldnt exactly fly to France to ask his family. PL: only good thing was I was the only one around to inherit his shit. PL: and its not like I was giving up on having you thats for sure.

DJ: Oh. So. I really never met him. And I'm half French?

PL: sure are. PL: or as the French say. PL: bon oui.

DJ: Good yes?

PL: good. fucking. yes.

DJ: That kind of sucks, though.

PL: yeah. PL: it really fucking sucks. PL: hey but youre still here.

DJ: Yeah. Here I am.  DJ: Most likely much less cooler than my actual dad. But here.

PL: yeah right. PL: the guy had nothing on you. PL: youre the one I really wanted.

DJ: I mean...if you met me in person. You may disagree.

PL: nah. PL: thats not going to happen.

DJ: Haha, okay.

PL: do you think thats something youd like. PL: think about doing?

DJ: Well, yeah. Of course.  DJ: I wanted to meet you for my entire life.

PL: oh hell. ahaha. PL: me too. PL: I mean. you still want to even after all that?

DJ: After what?

PL: the stuff I just said.

DJ: Am I supposed to not?

PL: hell no.

DJ: Well, I still want to.

PL: well consider my schedule purged. whenever you want to make this happen.

DJ: Where are you exactly?

PL: a big old ship we here lovingly call the family star. PL: but I can be anywhere if you want.

DJ: Okay, uh. This is going to be kind of weird but...if you came to see me, could I maybe go back with you?

PL: um. PL: yes????? PL: hell yes you can come with me. PL: I think youd like it here. theres a lot of kids your age. PL: youve even got some cousins. PL: I kinda wanna know what makes you want to get out of there so bad though. PL: I mean... that you think you wanna come with me.

DJ: Cousins? Awesome. And well. Uh.  DJ: Do you...know about my whole thing?

PL: your whole thing? PL: what whole thing?

DJ: Oh.  DJ: You're gonna have to know anyway, so might as well just get it out now. DJ: I have epilepsy. Significant epilepsy. Which includes grande mal seizures sometimes.  DJ: A lot.

PL: oh my God. PL: youre still having those?? PL: Jesus. PL: a lot???

DJ: Yeah.  DJ: I mean if I only have one in a week that's a good week.

PL: shit...

DJ: I understand if that's too much or something. DJ: And if you don't want to take me with you. DJ: I know it's inconvenient.

PL: no no way. PL: you think I cant handle a little rowdy? PL: I was pretty much born for shit like this. PL: its more inconvenient for you than me. PL: gets who gets to spend even more time babying her son she missed babying? PL: if you guessed me then I dont know you might be psychic or something.

DJ: You don't need to baby me when it happens. Just... I don't know. There's stuff that hurts more than helps and vice versa. DJ: Like honestly if I seize big time I just need you to make sure I don't scratch myself and also it's not a good idea to try to move me because I have a history of hitting people during my episodes.  DJ: It's a good time.

PL: oh yeah. Im not gonna stick shit in your mouth or hold you down or anything baby. PL: I actually know a little bit about this whole thing. PL: believe it or not.

DJ: Really? How?

PL: been around the block enough times. PL: ODs and rehab centers. PL: the fun shit. PL: they teach you a little bit.

DJ: Yeah, that would do it. DJ: My family just... is too much about everything. Constantly checking in, always putting their two cents in. They make me feel like a child, I guess.

PL: well Im not gonna heckle you about it. PL: I kind of want to mom you a little bit though. PL: like maybe for a minute.

DJ: I think I might be able to give you a minute.

PL: now dont stretch yourself too far you might pull something.

DJ: Hahaha.  DJ: I'm relieved you have a good sense of humor.

PL: this is me always baby. PL: dont think I could be any other way. PL: but Im willing to bet its more fun.

DJ: Even better.  DJ: Some people just...really aren't funny. They try too hard, you know?

PL: go easy on em. its real tough being unfunny. PL: you can get by being ugly as long as youre funny but take that away and then what.

DJ: Then you got nothing.

PL: wrong you got the Internet.

DJ: Touché.  DJ: So right now I'm in a small human town on LOLCAT. It's freezing.

PL: oh yeah?? PL: Ill get you a jacket. PL: even though you wont need it with me. PL: but you know. PL: you might want it. PL: lemme spoil you dammit. PL: but for real it wont be anything special. I dont have any weird family heirlooms like your dads old letterman jacket or some shit like that. PL: you know the kind of crap he left me?? a nice wine bottle opener a painting of some chick in a chair and a whole lot of cest la vie.

DJ: Jackpot.

PL: right? PL: anyway consider me there already. once we get back well be in Avalon. that little farm troll colony. PL: bet youve never been there before.

DJ: I haven't been most places, actually.  DJ: Believe it or not.

PL: nah I can believe it. PL: I hope youre ready for a hell of a lot more.

DJ: Trust me, I'm more than ready.

PL: well. PL: I guess Id better quit yammering so I can get ready to come see you huh?

DJ: Yeah. Just whenever you're here, hit me up. I'll meet you wherever.

PL: you got it. Im omw. PL: I love you. PL: squirt. PL: <33