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goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀      ⠀ ⠀ “THE DAY THE EIFFEL TOWER WENT BERSERK.”

“And what do you suggest I do now? This is madness!”

“I believe we can be of assistance.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“They’re also serving crepes.”

“Spread out and attack!”

“Why can’t I play with the others?”

“There’s just nothing special about you.”

“Don’t let go of me!”

“We’re all gonna die!”

“Why don’t you shut up?”

“Tell them I’m busy.”

“You know your father is dead, right?”

“Who is this?”

“What do you want?”

“Where have you been for the last twenty years?”

“The others will be here tomorrow.”

  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ “WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS.”

“What time is it?”

“Your sister is here.”

“She looks nervous.”

“Father’s really dead, isn’t he?”

“It wasn’t your fault, you know…”

“I know everyone blames you for what happened to them, but none of us knows what really happened that day.”

“You have a daughter?”

“You know what I love about funerals? Everything I own is black.”

“I look like death, but I gather that’s appropriate.”

“Even though I hated him, and I tried to prove him wrong, I knew I shouldn’t have run away from home.”

“I spent the next fifty years trying to prove him wrong.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“How could I have been so blind?”

“Goodbye, my love.”

“Lucky for you, I broke into the city morgue and ran an autopsy.”

“Don’t try your witchcraft on me, sister.”

“Were the costumes really necessary?”

“Does anyone wish to say to anything?”

“Those tears aren’t even real.”

“What is this? You some sort of pervert?”

“Can I interest you in destroying the world?”

“Could you really be capable of something great?”

“I wasn’t expecting coffee and cake to go so poorly.”

“Well then, you’re not as smart as you look.”

“Time is running out.”

“You haven’t changed one bit.”

“Let him go, maybe he’ll get himself killed.”

how much do you want for it?

when was the last time you saw your father?

will you wear valentino to the funeral?

you’re actually here.

you don’t belong here. not after what you did.

you’re seriously gonna do this today?

no forced entry, no sign of struggle. nothing out of the ordinary.

well, that’s because i… broke into the coroner’s office.

there is no mystery here. nothing to avenge. nothing to solve. nothing like that.

you wanna know something stupid? i always used to leave the lights on for him.

hey, i was hoping to see you, actually, because i wanted to get your autograph. add it to my collection!

remember how he used to look at us?

save the lecture. i was already leaving.

you know, after all these years, i find it strangely comforting.

of course you don’t know, you’ve been gone.

i made a wish, and it came true, and i couldn’t take it back.

will there be refreshments? tea? scones? cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.

is that my skirt?

oh, quelle surprise!

sorry, i’m just gonna go murder mom. be right back.

i heard a rumor.

guns are for sissies. real men throw knives.

i didn’t sign up for this.

can we go home now?

why can’t i go play with the others?

i’m afraid there’s just nothing special about you.

our world is changing.

do the whole big angry ghost lecture.

eternal peace is probably overrated.

you always were a stubborn bastard!

looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.

i vote for running, c’mon!

what’s the date? the exact date.

the future. it’s shit, by the way.

well, it would make sense if you were smarter.

what part of the future do you not understand?

yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. sure that went over well.

oh, there are worse things that can happen.

he was a bad person and a worse father.

the world’s better off without him.

you never know when to stop, do you?

believe me when i tell you, life will be hard. it will be painful.

this is your home and always will be.

i know how to do everything.

you know, every time i close my eyes, i see a diarrhetic hippo about to shit on my face. it’s terrifying!

the kid wants coffee. black.

don’t remember this place being such a shithole.

i thought i’d have more time before they found me.

i hate to rush you through any kind of brooding moment you might be having, but come on man, we’re starving!

you like waffles, right? ah, of course you do. everyone likes waffles.

saving lives, baby.

i’ve decided you’re the only one i can trust.

as far as i could tell, i was the last person left alive.

i have a question.

knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules.

i want to time travel.

one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.

fear isn’t the issue.

i forbid you to talk about this anymore.

not ready, my ass.

i survived on scraps. canned food, cockroaches, anything i could find.

you know that rumor that twinkies have an endless shelf life? well, it’s total bullshit.

you do whatever it takes to survive, or you die.

you got anything stronger?

you think i’m crazy.

exactly what don’t you understand?

gee, wish i’d thought of that.

you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?

this was a mistake. you’re too young, too naive to understand.

i haven’t seen you in a long time, and i don’t want to lose you again. that’s all.

we’ll talk in the morning again. okay? i promise.

dammit. i’m sick of this cost-cutting bullshit.

no point keeping it bottled up, or it’ll just give you heartburn, and i gotta listen to you complain about that, too.

they can shove their protocol up their asses.

you get what you pay for.

i think these idiots all shot each other.

i’ll take it if you’ll give it.

i’m sorry, not to be rude, ‘cause you seem super sweet, but do i have to go through all this again?

what, are we gonna keep things professional?

you used to like that.

you show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can’t, not anymore.

i’m good at this. you know i can help you.

i’ve had the same routine for the last four years. now that i’m back down here, i’m not quite sure what to do with myself.

i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much.

when you left, it seemed like all you wanted to do was forget this place ever existed, so…

i think there’s a reason why you never left.

you know you talk in your sleep?

shut your piehole.

just a lot of memories coming up. all those good times. well, not so much good times as really awful, terrible, depressing times.

no! you listen to me, asshole.

i’ve come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn’t even comprehend, so just give me the information i need and i’ll be on my merry way.

what you do out there is a fantasy.

guess what? recess is over. it’s grown-up time.

oh, thank god. i was worried sick about you.

i- i guess i didn’t know how to process what you were saying. and i still can’t, to be honest.

maybe it wasn’t real after all. it felt real.

look, i used to see someone. a therapist. i could give you her information.

what? this is my nicest outfit.

what’s our cover story?

what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.

this isn’t twenty questions, old man.

you know what? you’re probably better off here.

you know, if i wanted advice, no offense, it wouldn’t be from you.

so you know what it’s like to love someone like this? like when you’re apart from her, you can’t breathe? like you would - you would die, and i mean actually die, to know she’s okay and happy.

you separate yourself from everyone and everything. you always have.

you’re an adult now. you don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.

in about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lotta blood, and they’re gonna wonder ‘what the hell happened?’ and we’re gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us.

you’re gonna do great in prison. trust me, i’ve been there.

yeah, can i get that twenty bucks like, now, or what?

god, the longest i’ve been with someone was… i don’t know, three weeks. and that’s only because i was so tired of looking for a place to sleep.

easier to learn music when you’re young. you know, like a second language.

i could smell it was you.

you could have killed me.

if i wanted you dead, you’d be dead.

i shouldn’t have to prove my innocence to you or anyone else in this family.

you can relax. i have never been a prodigy at anything.

monet didn’t really start painting until his forties. he did alright for himself.

family. it’s never easy, right?

this is always where you used to come when you were upset.

i said some pretty unkind things to her.

i hoped it might cheer you up.

oh my god, look how little we were.

things have been disappearing lately. these are too important to lose.