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[patheticvillain]

Whoever brings me ibuprofen and weed first gets to be my best friend for the next week.

What'd I miss? Needy, where the fuck are you? Where's my cat?

private } daneca

Was there a flood? I heard there was a flood. Did it get you?

spam } open

[The first thing Cassel does - after a really solid lunch and a long shower - is get down to the gym. He doesn't know what's happened to Mindy, but it seems like he's on his own here for a little while. So he meanders through the gym equipment, cleaning, re-organizing, and very obviously brooding.]

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[patheticvillain]

Your mother.

[He's really not putting a lot of effort into the insults right now. And the question makes him laugh - he's far enough removed from the incident that it's mostly just hilarious. Typical. And hilarious.]

[He sticks out his finger and thumb, making his hand into a gun, cocks it at the back of his head. Pulls the 'trigger'. Mouths bang.]

The mafia. The mean mafia, not the ones I liked. So it's not quite up there with getting eaten alive.

[cons]

Bullshit.

[ she sounds completely skeptical of that little story. maybe it's an amused skepticism, but it's still very much doubty. maybe he can accept zombies, but she so can't accept mafia. for some reason. and that reason would be- ]

That- No. [ she laughs ] You're definitely just rehashing a plot from the Sopranos, Jersey. [ yes see it's all part of the nickname game, his new full name is Franklin Jersey. ] You're gonna have to do better than that.