[22: audio/action] what a waste of time, the thought crossed my mind, but I never missed a beat

[playingbadcop]

[ooc: backdated to very early in the event, because I want him to...well, not be aware that it's an event yet.]

I could really use somebody to talk to.

[That feeling would be the longing for a moirail, by the way. But unfortunately for any potentials who might decide they want to emotionally support/rein in the mansion's resident surly detective

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t-that title line. :<

[paper_knight]

[Mark's at his desk, machinegunning away at his typewriter. He's been feeling lonely, more so than usual, and one habitual solution to this is busywork. Another is the white noise of a radio, or, in this case, his comm unit, which he's got propped at one corner of the desk.
He's just starting to notice a pattern in the transmissions when the pounding begins.]

All right, all right--[And he opens the door, pauses for a moment when he sees who it is.]--What's wrong?

>.>

[playingbadcop]

Hey, Meltzer. Nothin's, uh, nothin's wrong, exactly...

feels bad, man.

[paper_knight]

Oh. All right.

[He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, hanging on the doorframe. In all honesty he's eager for conversation, for company, but small talk with Benny Stango has never been easy.]

What is it, then? Sounded kind of urgent.

[playingbadcop]

It's not that it's urgent. [It's totally urgent. Or at least the event is telling him it is. He needs to take care of this right now.

Part of that anxiety shows on his face, along with the faint knowledge that this is crazy, really honest-to-god nutcase psycho crazy; his color is off, and he's visibly agitated, jiggling one hand against his pants leg.]

Listen, Meltzer.

Mark.

[He pulls in a deep breath.]

Christ. I dunno how to do this. I just wanted to tell ya--

[...No. He's never going to be able to tell him. He grabs ahold of his courage--and Mark's tie--and kisses him on the lips, with his eyes screwed desperately shut.]

[action]

[dandiestvongola]

[This. There is only THIS running down the hallway, laughing and yelling and playing like children do when they don't actually have friends other children their own age around and then runs right into Benny's leg! Bam! All in one big run-on sentence!

And wow that must mean that leg, and the rest of the dude attached to it for that matter, is here for a reason and omg forgive me apparently I was just BLIND to this post.]

Heeey! Hey you! Tag you're it!

[action] pfff no, thank you for tagging it at all, I am the queen of backtags!

[playingbadcop]

[He rounds on the freaky goat cow sheep child.]

Tag?

[action] let us be the royal backtaggers of eway then

[dandiestvongola]

[Being the so desu stealthy 1337 tag master ninja that he is, Lambo scuttles maybe like five feet away on his tiny legs, turns, and then starts waving his arms at Benny.]

Boo! Booooo! Lambo tagged you, now you must be it!

[action]

[playingbadcop]

I don't do "it."