Love Notes

[wildmustango]

[Stango at his desk, hunched over a few slips of heavily scribbled paper, muttering to himself. After a little while, he crumples them and hurls them into the trashcan which is for some reason outside his door.

Should anyone investigate, they read as follows:

1. THERE ONCE WAS A GUY FROM THE BRONX

Comments

[anirishbloke]

... 'ey, Mr. Stango. Whatcha writin'?

[wildmustango]

/FREEZES STOCK STILL

Nothin', kid. Nothin'. Just some...

Files.

Yeah.

I'm...

filin'.

[anirishbloke]

/peers over his shoulder

How do I love ya? Let me count the ways
I love ya to the depth and breath and height
Of Rapture, when feelin' outta sight
For the ends of leaky pipes and splicers crazed.
I love ya to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by security bot and oil drum light-

What the feck is that?

[wildmustango]

Just...

Somethin' I...found. Yeah.

Found it.

/slams his pen down hard, trying to pretend he wasn't writing it

[esquirethatis]

... Son, you've got a problem.

[wildmustango]

Shut it, mouthbreather.

[deadtinwalking]

I don't understand what's goin' on...

People? Writin' love letters about McGee? I ever get these things...how does that mook get them?

[wildmustango]

Maybe because he doesn't SHANK PEOPLE.

[bigbaldbronco]

/picks up crumpled note.

BENNY! I think we need to talk.

[wildmustango]

/jumps guiltily!

...Yeah? What about, Frankie?

[bigbaldbronco]

This.... poem....

/holds at arms length

Look Ben, no wonder you can't find a dame, save McGee, yes I know about that Your writing is terrible!

[wildmustango]

Too bad I did find a dame, cuz! I'm takin' miss Atkins to the prom!