voice - un: nightmoves

[ruinously]

[ sorry, everyone - Dean is...very drunk. Very, very drunk. There's a lot of reasons for this, but most notably, it's a Monday and that's what matters, right? It's not like it's his birthday and no one gives a shit again, for the thirtieth? thirty-first? time...

does he even age, here? Is it even really January? Cause it was May for him when he got here, and then suddenly they've skipped months and it was Christmas and now it's January or some shit, he doesn't know. ]

Guys, is it just me or does anyone else just like...not give a shit anymore? Like this is crazy, right? Weeks and weeks of bullshit, mission after mission, same story different folks, more investigating these damn people who just parrot the same friggin' story over and over, like we're eating snakes, man, that's just--

[ a breath, steadying; ]

That's just not right. And all for what? Cause we might get to undo a regret? Cause we fucked up so monumentally in our own worlds that we gotta sign some weird sleep paralysis contract that's probably gonna backfire in our faces - cause lemme tell you from firsthand experience, deals always have a price - and feed friggin' alien orbs our goddamn souls? Or whatever the hell it is you magic people have I dunno, I'm useless there.

Man, fuck this. I'm out. I don't care anymore.

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voice; un: kovacs

[kovach]

So, just go. Pack up your shit if you don't care. Not much use to us if you're just gonna throw around a toddler tantrum.

[ruinously]

I mean, tempting. But where I'm from, deals are a deal. AI or not, You're kinda in it for eternity.

[ and like, the guy isn't wrong. dean's thought about it a lot. he's useless, every time he tries to do something helpful nothing comes of it. why's he here? he's not magical, he can't feed an orb, he can't even get useful info out of a hooker or a bandit. ]

Least I got liquor.

[kovach]

Sounds like a real quick turn around from all the "I'm out" crying you were just doing.

[ it's not personal. he's got his own issues, but he didn't go doubling down on his own deal to listen to people crack because things are moving slower than they'd want. ]

You that needy for attention? Drop down a few bucks at Sindown. It's their job to pat your ass.

[ruinously]

Man, I don't really care what you think of me, no one's making you listen.

Move along, have a drink. Mute buttons a click away.

[kovach]

You're the one making it everybody's business by making it a damn public service announcement. Cute to tell me to move along when you're the one bitching directly into everyone's ears because you can't take the heat.

[ruinously]

Sorry, can't hear you--

[ cue up the most annoying song on the planet ]

[kovach]

[ geez, got himself mixed with an annoying, whining asshole, huh?

his rolled eyes can't be seen, but there's the audible sigh. or he's just blowing out smoke from his cigarette. ]

Suit yourself. Keep crying. Don't really give a shit.

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