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[fightcoded]

"This is Midnighter."

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[notrosecolored]

Jesus.

[fightcoded]

ah
well I can tell you hes def not a screamer
which to me is a real shame and a missed opportunity
need to fix that

[notrosecolored]

Maybe try crucifying him.

[fightcoded]

a little on the nose dont you think

[notrosecolored]

Not to the point of not being fun

[fightcoded]

and you know this from bible study or personal experience

[notrosecolored]

I just like puns that much.

[fightcoded]

youre lucky I dont offend easily
thatd get most people a night on the couch
so I hear

[notrosecolored]

I couldn't do anything to kick me out of bed.

[fightcoded]

is that right
youre just that exceptional and charming huh

[notrosecolored]

Uh huh well how about this exception: I want our contract made permanent.

[fightcoded]

really

[notrosecolored]

yes

[fightcoded]

this is where I once again ask you "why"
but your answer continues to be the same

[notrosecolored]

I don't like paperwork

[ He does like paperwork, actually ]

[fightcoded]

[ Yeah, Midnighter knows, you boy scout leader dork. ]

if youre hellbent on extending your masochistic streak
fine
im sure your teammates will be thrilled

[notrosecolored]

I have no idea why they'd care.

[fightcoded]

[ Funny, Midnighter can think up a few reasons his friends shouldn't want Scott attaching himself permanently to a murderer, but they've fought through those already and licked their wounds. Scott's clearly let it go, why can't he?

That's a joke. Because he thinks he knows better, that's why. ]

all right
then youre stuck with me

[notrosecolored]

Good boy. You want any changes or stipulations in the contract?

[fightcoded]

a dog

[notrosecolored]

Besides the corgi wade left?

[fightcoded]

isnt it technically nate's now

[notrosecolored]

No. I'm not giving away the dog. I like it. You can still get another one if fluffy and short isn't your thing.

[fightcoded]

no I like that stout little fucker

[notrosecolored]

Then he's yours. Or ours. Whichever technicality you like most.