Four [Audio]

[brbpouncingyou]

So! Halloween seemed pretty good, right? Right?

Even the TPing and eggs. That was a nice touch. But by the way, retard? You TP and egg on the night before Halloween. Do it right, fuckwit.

But anywho.

Francis sucks.
Mia needs to pick up her cake.
I need to talk to Nate.
And Spy.

And is there anything else I'm forgetting?

[[After a moment.]]

Oh, yeah. Teta's

Comments

[heartofheaven]

Did Teta make you a costume? The one she made for herself was really good.

[brbpouncingyou]

She did. It was a friggin' awesome mummy, let me tell you.

And her costume was... wow. I had forgotten what people were capable of.

[heartofheaven]

So you're a friend of hers?

[Protective mother Tifa in three, two, one...]

[brbpouncingyou]

Yep. She's a sweetheart.

[heartofheaven]

Hmm. Okay.

[brbpouncingyou]

...You worried?

[heartofheaven]

No.

[brbpouncingyou]

You're sure you're not worried? Not even a teensy-weensy bit?

[heartofheaven]

Haven't we already had this conversation? If you treat Teta badly in any way, I'll know.

[brbpouncingyou]

Even so, I bet you're still worrying about her. And let me guess: you'll beat me to a pulp if I mistreat her in any way?

[heartofheaven]

You've got me all figured out, haven't you?

[brbpouncingyou]

Not exactly. You just seem to be a motherly type.

The kind of mom who runs onto the field and beats the snot out of a little brat who pushed her kid into a muddy puddle.

[heartofheaven]

I would never do that!

[brbpouncingyou]

Really? I bet th-

[[He stops mid-sentence. He groans, and goes quiet for a moment.]]

...Nn. Yeah, I guess you wouldn't.

[heartofheaven]

Of course not.

[brbpouncingyou]

...Yeah.

[[He's gone slightly quiet. It seems he's remembered something.]]