interlude, part deux ( text )

[brokendetective]

[Private to Matt]

I need your current location.

Comments

[byte_me_baby]

Eh? Why?

[brokendetective]

Fuck this isn't the time. Just give it over.

[byte_me_baby]

Hey, hey wow. What the hell's got into you?

[brokendetective]

A shitton of drugs. Does that satisfy you?

[byte_me_baby]

And why, pray tell Mello, would I tell a drugged up you of all people where I am?

[brokendetective]

Because if you don't I will take this gun and ram the barrel up your ass until you bleed. HALLE IS DYING FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

[byte_me_baby]

What can I do about it? I'm not a doctor.

[brokendetective]

Sorry, what, you think I was going to ask you to fix her? I need a safe place. It's kind of hard to, you know, get fuck all done when there are demons crawling up your legs.

[byte_me_baby]

God dammit. I'm in my room. MS-121.

[brokendetective]

Halle-fucking-lujah. Jesus Christ, Matt. Monster-free I presume? Not for long. Get a firearm.

[byte_me_baby]

I wouldn't be sitting here playing Cooking Mama if it wasn't.

I can't magically pull a gun out of my ass Mello. Even I have limits.

[brokendetective]

Yeah because them parfaits are much more important than GETTING A WEAPON AND STANDING ALERT SO THAT YOU DON'T END UP GETTING BITTEN TO DEATH BY OVERGROWN FUCKING SPIDERS.

[byte_me_baby]

Calm down dude. You're acting more hysteric than the girl I helped who had her whole hand sliced up.

[brokendetective]

Maybe because slicing up your hand is piss all compared to this. You haven't even seen my face yet, have you.

[byte_me_baby]

What's wrong with it?

[brokendetective]

I'll be there soon. I would've been there SOONER if you'd handed me the goddamn information from the get-go.