Oh, that sounds promising. Did you guys bond over embarrassing stories?
[It's not like this is the first time it's happening to him. Come on, he has survived his mother sharing baby pictures, he will survive this. He thinks.]
Oh yeah, I saw. Maybe I should go say hi! [See what he does with your subject change? See it?]
... Well, I've definitely been called worse. [A lot worse, actually. Which is maybe a little sad? But seriously, he can deal with 'doofus'.]
You did. But Nicole is the most dangerous woman on Earth so I think I'll be fine. [Look, Peter. Can you hear the fondness here, because there is way too much fondness-he-won't-ever-admit-to in this statement. Can you do the Math.]
I said shut up! [It should not be possible to hear agitated arm flailing but somehow Flynn manages to work it into his voice.]
What's Kissippi even supposed to be, that's not even a word, that's not a real place, that doesn't even makes sense! And there aren't any trees in this city, it is one of the many things about this place that makes it so dreary! And that rhyme doesn't even make sense because there are many reasons for sitting in a tree, pinpointing your location being one of them!
[Wow, he really can hear the agitated arm flailing, this is great! This rant is great, Peter would have interjected were he not immobile with laughter, his sides aching, trying desperately to cover his face with a pillow so nobody can hear his laughter.
You loooooove her. Love. [He's whispering loudly now, his cadence changing with each iteration of the word.] Looooove. Love. LOVE. Loooo-huuuuhhhh-huuuuuveeeee---uh. Say it with me now. "I love Nicole." So easy. Three little words.
Nope. I know. It's love. You're trying too hard to deny it. Trust me, bro.
[It's like this irritating insect that doesn't go away and the more Flynn swats the louder it gets. He tries to ignore it, he tries so hard, scrunching up his face, squeezing his eyes shut but it just. Doesn't. Stop.]
[Too bad, Peter, you made your bed, now lie in it.
Or maybe Flynn is the one who has to lie in it. He can't believe he just let that slip. His eyes dart over to the door nervously and he listens for a moment if he can Nicole move around outside. Did she hear him?]
Yes, of course I do. [His voice drops to a mutter.] How couldn't I?
[Especially since he's never really gotten into a relationship that's serious enough to where he'd actually say those words to anyone, so Flynn's in a place he doesn't really have anything much to say about other than 'good luck.'
Well, technically he was probably--hoping he was--coming to that point himself, so they can both use some good luck.]
Yeah, you could say that. I mean... [He whispers a bit more.] She's here now, so.
[A cough.]
Which is kinda why I called you, I mean. Not so much on the relationship advice end, but like, on the how-to-talk-to-people-without-them-hating-you end? It's about the...y'know. Thing that happened a little while back. With the fake future.
[He's hesitant, not knowing how much baggage Flynn was still carrying from that. Peter was probably going to carry this with him for a long time, if he ever managed to get over it.]
[Peter picks up on the tail end of the painful tone, but the conversation has shifted and he makes a mental note to see if he can find out what that might be. There was some baggage between Nicole and him, clearly. Man, that's gotta suck. He felt extremely protective of Flynn but there was nothing he could do about this, no way to help, nothing to fight against. Nicole seemed pretty awesome and Flynn was...well, Flynn, and he was equally awesome, but...what could have happened?]
Well, that's why I'm asking you, cause apparently something right happened. Okay, yeah, I'm not making any sense. [He rubs his face and sighs.]
If it's real...like, it's really going to happen, being immortal, and it wasn't just the town picking up on some old fear to mess with my head, but it was actually responding to something actually biological actually going on here...like, what if? [He's clearly been thinking about this for some time.]
Nobody else got super-long-lived but the people who are actually like that. And then me. It has to mean something. And like, how am I going to deal with that back home? This is assuming we don't get stuck here forever and I become a bona-fide butthead. At least moreso than I usually am. How do I deal with it? How do I frickin' tell them that? If this is a real thing that's really happening, they're gonna notice eventually if I don't age, so I can't keep it a secret forever.
You wonder if you're still immortal and if you are... how to tell your friends? [Flynn is the master of disjointed run-on sentences but it's a bit more challenging to untangle the thoughts of others. However, he thinks he has an idea of what Peter is getting at here and he puts the butterfly aside to sit up, resting his back against the wall.
Wow, that's... heavy stuff. Not what he expected to deal with tonight but of course Peter would be torn up about it. Flynn should have expected it, really, Peter had been so dismayed he had been willing to kill himself over it in those horrible experiments.
Flynn feels a little guilty. Maybe they should have talked about this sooner. Maybe he should have sought Peter out, ask how he's doing, really doing but he doesn't know how.]
Do you think they would mind? I mean, I wouldn't mind. [He frowns.] As long as you don't become a butthead. You're not allowed to become a butthead, I won't let you.
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[Did you embarrass him in front of his not-maybe-wanto-to-be-but-not-girlfriend, Peter?]
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[Sorry, bro.]
So hey, in other news, Gamora is here! She's one of the Guardians! [Fastest subject change ever!]
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[It's not like this is the first time it's happening to him. Come on, he has survived his mother sharing baby pictures, he will survive this. He thinks.]
Oh yeah, I saw. Maybe I should go say hi! [See what he does with your subject change? See it?]
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I may have called you a doofus but I didn't know it was you I'm sorry--
[M o v i n g o n--]
...you could go say hi. I mean, I'm not so sure how far you'd get past that. Did i mention she's the most dangerous woman in the galaxy?
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You did. But Nicole is the most dangerous woman on Earth so I think I'll be fine. [Look, Peter. Can you hear the fondness here, because there is way too much fondness-he-won't-ever-admit-to in this statement. Can you do the Math.]
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Ooooh. Heh. You liiiiiikeeeee her, don't you?
[Because Peter is also extremely immature.]
Flynn and Nicole, sittin' in a tree...
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[Oh no. Oh no, nonono, mission abort, this was a mistake, he takes it back, let's talk about Gamora, let's talk about anything else!!
By the calm and collected way Flynn is handling this you are clearly wrong, Peter.]
Stop it! Shut up!
In which Peter is Andy Dwyer
[He's positively gleeful, pls have some more teasing.]
K-i-s-s-i-p-p-i--
[Wait no that's wrong.]
Why? Come on man, go for it!
And Flynn is falling for it spectacularly, gj Andy
What's Kissippi even supposed to be, that's not even a word, that's not a real place, that doesn't even makes sense! And there aren't any trees in this city, it is one of the many things about this place that makes it so dreary! And that rhyme doesn't even make sense because there are many reasons for sitting in a tree, pinpointing your location being one of them!
And I don't like her, I lo--
[His voice cuts off rather abruptly.]
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But then--
--GASP. He drops the pillow.
This is serious business.]
Flynn? You did not just say...it, did you?
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You get out of here with your revealing gasp and pestering questions.]
I didn't say anything. I said a lot of things. I always say a lot of things, I don't know what you're talking about.
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[He's this close to his tablet, whispering in it.]
Come on. You can tell me. It's love, right?
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[Does he deserve this? Flynn really doesn't think he deserves this.]
Maybe I was gonna say I lo... ooook forward to traveling with her! Which I do!
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Nope. I know. It's love. You're trying too hard to deny it. Trust me, bro.
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Yes, I love her, will you just shut up!
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Well.
That actually worked.
He's not sure what to do now, he was just trying to prod Flynn into a playful fight.]
Really? Seriously?
Cool.
[He sounds a little defeated though.]
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Or maybe Flynn is the one who has to lie in it. He can't believe he just let that slip. His eyes dart over to the door nervously and he listens for a moment if he can Nicole move around outside. Did she hear him?]
Yes, of course I do. [His voice drops to a mutter.] How couldn't I?
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You're really, really lucky, bro. You should do something about it. Y'know. Before it's too late.
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[He picks the butterfly origami back up, turning it in his hands.]
We're... we used to...
It's complicated, okay?
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Right.
Yeah, no, I totally get it.
Sorry, I didn't mean to...y'know. I get it.
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What about yourself, Mr. Singsong? Have you talked to Gamora yet?
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[Especially since he's never really gotten into a relationship that's serious enough to where he'd actually say those words to anyone, so Flynn's in a place he doesn't really have anything much to say about other than 'good luck.'
Well, technically he was probably--hoping he was--coming to that point himself, so they can both use some good luck.]
Yeah, you could say that. I mean... [He whispers a bit more.] She's here now, so.
[A cough.]
Which is kinda why I called you, I mean. Not so much on the relationship advice end, but like, on the how-to-talk-to-people-without-them-hating-you end? It's about the...y'know. Thing that happened a little while back. With the fake future.
[He's hesitant, not knowing how much baggage Flynn was still carrying from that. Peter was probably going to carry this with him for a long time, if he ever managed to get over it.]
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I don't hate you, Peter. We've been over this. What's going on?
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Well, that's why I'm asking you, cause apparently something right happened. Okay, yeah, I'm not making any sense. [He rubs his face and sighs.]
If it's real...like, it's really going to happen, being immortal, and it wasn't just the town picking up on some old fear to mess with my head, but it was actually responding to something actually biological actually going on here...like, what if? [He's clearly been thinking about this for some time.]
Nobody else got super-long-lived but the people who are actually like that. And then me. It has to mean something. And like, how am I going to deal with that back home? This is assuming we don't get stuck here forever and I become a bona-fide butthead. At least moreso than I usually am. How do I deal with it? How do I frickin' tell them that? If this is a real thing that's really happening, they're gonna notice eventually if I don't age, so I can't keep it a secret forever.
cw: suicidal ideation
Wow, that's... heavy stuff. Not what he expected to deal with tonight but of course Peter would be torn up about it. Flynn should have expected it, really, Peter had been so dismayed he had been willing to kill himself over it in those horrible experiments.
Flynn feels a little guilty. Maybe they should have talked about this sooner. Maybe he should have sought Peter out, ask how he's doing, really doing but he doesn't know how.]
Do you think they would mind? I mean, I wouldn't mind. [He frowns.] As long as you don't become a butthead. You're not allowed to become a butthead, I won't let you.
cw: suicidal ideation
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cw: more character death
just death all the death
the death doesn't stop
EVERYTHING HURTS \o/ ---- cw cancer more character deaths just all of it
a little bit of death still
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