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[andyellow]

[Oh my god.

Hilbert staring intensely at the screen. With a beer hat. So intensely...

... then he bursts into laughter, bumping his head on the desk as he jerks around happily. He groans, rubbing his head.]

Ge... geeeeeeEEEEZ! That huuuurt~

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[hisdreamsmyfate]

[Sup? Lookin' at you with a giant cowboy hat because this is not weird at all. Nope.]

Well shine my shoes, partner! Ya'll're lookin' a little worse fer wear. More hosed than a Chocobo in a mud pit, if'n ya ask me!

[andyellow]

[Wait.

Hold on, trying to process this.

Eye squinting.

Wait, wait...

Nope, he's not getting. Shaking his head in frustration.] Whaaaaat?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Shoot boy, you ain't that far gone! Reckon you're just at the peak, actually.

Don't you still understand proper english?

[andyellow]

[Massages his face, groaning.]

Stop talking like... [Swallows.] ... that.

[hisdreamsmyfate]

[HE IS A COWBOY, DAMN IT. AND HE'LL TALK LIKE A COWBOY.]

Talkin' like what? 'f I stopped talkin', then I wouldn't keep ya from keelin' over somthin' fierce into a waterin' bin.

[andyellow]

[COWBOYS ARE SO YESTERDAY.]

... I would what-a what over what into water?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

[COWBOYS ARE STILL AWESOME.]

Boy, you understandin' a word I say? If you're this bad off, might haveta come an' round you up myself.

[andyellow]

[NOPE.]

Uuugh... [Lightly bumping his head on the desk. MAKE THE CONFUSION STOPPPP. He fumbles around, mumbling to himself:] Whe... where's the "non-weird talk" button this thiiiing?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

What, y'want me t'go t'text? Is that it?

Shoot, boy - why didn't ya just say so?

[andyellow]

[He peeks up.]

Maybe... that would be better...

Action? o3oa

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Well then, you just hogtie yourself down to a bed an' I'll be over faster than two shakes o'a Chocobo's tailfeathers!

o7 Sureo!

[andyellow]

Yeeeah...

[He was kinda already doing that.

But without the bed.

And his head on his desk. The most uncomfortable bed ever.]

[ACTIOOOOON.]

[hisdreamsmyfate]

[Aaaand... okay, so he doesn't know where you live.

Which is okay! Because he just spends about an hour searching, is all. Eventually, he'll come across Hilbert's place and lightly knock on the door still wearing that horribly ridiculous cowboy hat.]

Your butt sleepin' yet?

[andyellow]

[Like a drunk mind could even process directions.

Turn right--oh, I led you off a cliff.

Honestly, Hilbert forgot he even agreed to this. He stood, walked to the door, leaned his head against, and stood there.
That is into he lightly knocks. He groans. Can't the door somehow open without making him move?

Too much work.

He eventually opens it, blinking slowly. Processing, processing...]

... Who are you?

bhjzbfjjb that icon.

[hisdreamsmyfate]

[He's about to push open the door himself when the kid doesn't answer, jumping back in surprise when it *does* in fact open. His shock is only there for a moment or two, and he's smiling that wide grin once more.]

I'm the man who's gonna fix all'a your problems!

[Without even an invitation, he strides right along in, taking in the boy's state. The smile turns to one of brief concern, but it's still there.]

Jeez, boy. Y'look more washed out than a moogle in the middle of July. What the heck happened?

efoakf ALL of your icons. <333

[andyellow]

[Hilbert would close that door if he weren't lagging like crazy. Everything seems to be slow motion.

He's not even what he just said.

Closing the door, he turns to give him a squinted look.
What is this blur talking to him?]