[MoM][IC Contact]

[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

Comments

[pummelgranite]

Oh. It's you.

[craftpunk]

I can't BELIEVE you thought I was Cassandra.
Not that I'm not flattered.

[pummelgranite]

Yeah, you fucking wish.

[craftpunk]

You're right, I do. Could you IMAGINE?

[pummelgranite]

I'd rather not.

[craftpunk]

Hey, that's on you. You're missing out on PRIME material, trust me.

[pummelgranite]

Well, seeing as you're trying to- what was this? Blackmail me? I pretty much do NOT TRUST YOU.

[craftpunk]

This is a difference from the usual...how?

[pummelgranite]

You're HERE.

[craftpunk]

From what I've read, you had to know it would be a possibility.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. Doesn't mean I like it.

[craftpunk]

Since when have I EVER tried to make you happy?

[pummelgranite]

Less than never. Why are we even talking right now?

[craftpunk]

Isn't it obvious? You can't stay away.
It's okay, I know I'm irresistible.

[pummelgranite]

Nuh uh. Bye.

[craftpunk]

For now. We aren't universes away anymore.