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[bethebetterman]

[Wow waking up after dying was way worse than waking up with a hangover. It was like... a psychological hangover. With stiff limbs. Yes, he'd died before, technically, but he'd never actually passed out of existence for any given amount of time. It was a pretty bad trip, to put it lightly. So he's calling the bar, but of course (in his

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[doc_furcoat]

[This is Worth slowly putting a few things together. The light bulb going on in his head could almost be audible. Almost.]

Shame I started followin' this soap opera late in the game. Seemed like it got pretty damn good.

[bethebetterman]

[Oh great the nameless asshole again.]

What the fuck are you even talkin' about.

[This is Cas completely oblivious to Zevran and Finas' public phone calls during his death.]

[doc_furcoat]

[Takes one to know one there pal.]

Yer boyfriend was gettin' all worked up and emotional over the phone earlier. Y'missed a good speech, mate.

[bethebetterman]

[Yeah touché.]

First, hah hah you're so witty, fuck you, etc.

Second, I really doubt that. [Finas just wasn't the emotional type.]

[doc_furcoat]

Yer too kind, sweetheart.

Well he wasn't blubberin' like an idiot or nothin', jus gettin' all emotional in that stoic old guy way. All serious an' shit. Might even win 'em an Oscar.

[bethebetterman]

Wow you are annoying.

... [Whaaat damn he's so curious now this is not even fair.]

You gotta elaborate on that, not quite sure how bein' stoic allows someone to get emotional. Just what the fuck did he say?

[doc_furcoat]

Its a skill I work on real damn hard, glad t'know it's payin' off.

[And Worth doesn't plan on making sense of telling him anything, cause he's an asshole.]

... eh? I wasn't listenin' to the damn words. That'd take effort.

[bethebetterman]

[Ooh asshole, how dare you not indulge his curiosity.]

And you're useless too? You don't got a lot going in your favor, huh.

[doc_furcoat]

Who the fuck said I was tryin' t'be helpful?

[bethebetterman]

Right. Should we just skip to the part where we threaten each other and I kick your ass? I'm versatile, here.

[IN WHICH CAS learns absolutely nothing from dying s-sob.]

[doc_furcoat]

Y'sure yer able t'fight after jus' comin' back t'life there, princess?

[bethebetterman]

As long as you don't pull a Conrad and go cryin' to your assassin friends after I'm done, I don't see a problem.

[doc_furcoat]

An' there yer assumin' I have assassin friends. [Or friends at all, besides Hanna aha.]

[bethebetterman]

You know what? That's music to my fucking ears.

[doc_furcoat]

But I'm sure I could get the cavalry ridin' if I jus' told 'em a certain no alive bugger was tryin' t'pick a fight with me.

[And he'll chuckle.]

But where's the fun in that?

[bethebetterman]

My thoughts exactly. Plus, that's not a very manly thing to do, if you did that I'd have to question whether you even got a pair.

I miss the days when people could just beat the shit out of each other, grab a beer and call it a day.