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[notinyourhand]

[Mello is a combination of irritated and sullen, this currently on repeat in his head. This had been much more tolerable, considering it didn't leave him recounting the events of January 26, 2010. He's attempted to drown out the music with his own headphones, but gives up, tossing them aside and reaching for a new bar of chocolate.]How many days do

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[revera]

I wish I knew the answer to that, but it's kinda catchy if you ask me.

[notinyourhand]

I doubt you're hearing what I'm hearing.

[revera]

Really? Well that's a shame, it's got a great jazz thing going on. Is what you're hearing any good?

[notinyourhand]

It's obnoxious as hell. Consider yourself lucky.

[revera]

Can't find a way to ignore it either, huh? That must be obnoxious then.

I hope you find a way to ignore it, mister.

[notinyourhand]

I'm hoping there's a club with either music that's loud enough, or liquor that's strong enough.

[revera]

Say I'm sure Matt knows a thing or two about that sort of thing!

Though I haven't seen him in a while. I wonder how he is...

[notinyourhand]

[laughs at that] Yeah, maybe one or two things.

I'm sure he's fine. Probably shacked up with some new game of his.

[revera]

He's got to know more then that!

[Laughs as well.] I'm glad to know he should be fine. I was worried about him.

[notinyourhand]

You're awfully optimistic.

So what are you anyway, the girlfriend?

[revera]

Is there a problem with optimism?

What!? Girlfriend? No! I'm just a friend!

[notinyourhand]

Not at all, if you're a fan of disappointment.

[Laughs at her reaction. This is a thread filled with laughter! Trucy must be good at spreading joy. Only, y'know, at her expense. :x]

[revera]

Hey! [She frowns, hands on hips] There's nothing wrong with being optimistic. You're starting to sound a lot like Polly though with a bit more pessimism.

What's to be disappointed about now anyway?

[notinyourhand]

[He smirks, but the smile quickly fades as he notices the music again] Who's Polly?

Life's full of disappointment. And apparently death is a lot more of the same.

[revera]

A...good friend. I hope he's doing all right. [sort of sad look.]

Yes but now...that we're all dead why can't we make something of it? I mean it's not like we're going anywhere.

[notinyourhand]

Those are hard to come by. I hope he is, too.

I'd be a little more comfortable with that if I were actually convinced this is as bad as it gets.