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mayfield_rpg2012-02-17 12:26 am
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4th Gumball - Phone/Action
[Well, someone isn't happy now that he's back to normal and away from the effects mint has on him. To say he was embarrassed would be putting it lightly; Benson was out and out ashamed. And he dealt with shame the way he dealt with everything else: by being angry as hell and trying to bottle it up.
Either way? He owed some apologies to people.]
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...Look. I know that there were a few people I might've been...uncouth towards, a few days ago. Okay. I guess that's putting it lightly. I was acting like an asshole. And I'm sorry. That's not what I'm usually like. It really, really isn't, and I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again.
[Phone - Filtered to Mordecai]
Yeah, hi.
Let's pretend Valentine's Day didn't happen, alright?
[Action - Outside 507 Ricardo Street]
[If you're going by Ricardo Street today, feel free to notice the man who lives at 507 removing every single potted plant he could find in the house, hell, everything that could conceivably be called vegetable matter, and placing it on the sidewalk. Watch in amazement as he takes out a lighter and proceeds to try and get the plants to catch flame, running back a bit when the fire actually gets started.
He's just going to wait, and watch, as every plant that had previously been in his house burns.]
Either way? He owed some apologies to people.]
[Phone]
...Look. I know that there were a few people I might've been...uncouth towards, a few days ago. Okay. I guess that's putting it lightly. I was acting like an asshole. And I'm sorry. That's not what I'm usually like. It really, really isn't, and I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again.
[Phone - Filtered to Mordecai]
Yeah, hi.
Let's pretend Valentine's Day didn't happen, alright?
[Action - Outside 507 Ricardo Street]
[If you're going by Ricardo Street today, feel free to notice the man who lives at 507 removing every single potted plant he could find in the house, hell, everything that could conceivably be called vegetable matter, and placing it on the sidewalk. Watch in amazement as he takes out a lighter and proceeds to try and get the plants to catch flame, running back a bit when the fire actually gets started.
He's just going to wait, and watch, as every plant that had previously been in his house burns.]
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[Still giggling, he'd ordered another drink in the meantime. Though at least he's fine with just sipping this one.]
You...you know something? You're alright.
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[Clambering back into his seat, with no lack of effort.]
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When I first met you? Thought you were gonna be an asshole. That's just how I thought you were acting.
But you're alright. You're okay. And I'm sorry.
[Benson just pauses at that, before laughing. You know what? He feels fine. So what the hell ever. No reason to be pissed off.]
Hey hey c'mon cut me some slack man. I haven't had a date since high school.
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[He leans his elbows against the counter, folding his hands and resting them beneath his chin. At Benson's rebuttal, he scoffs.]
Please. Even I could do better than you. And I've never even been on one.
[Unless you count Valentine's Day. Which Shadow certainly doesn't.]
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[So that's how we're going to play it, huh? Time to get nasty again.]
I'd just like to see you try and pick up a woman. Like to see you just try. You're a tough guy, sure, but shit. With that attitude you'd probably piss them off bad enough they wouldn't want to be within 20 feet of you.
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Is that right, Prince Charming?
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[1/3]
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[Hopefully think of a good threat.]
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Oh. Uh. Sure. Yeah. Yeah I can keep it a secret.
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[Shadow raises his hand for another drink. No drink comes. So to make up for it, he awkwardly reaches for the beer he'd abandoned earlier in favor of whiskey and sips it for a lack of anything better to do.]
Damned human holiday...
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[Benson swirls the last dredges of whiskey around in his glass, tilting his head as he looks into it. It's as if he's trying to see if he can find something in it.]
It's a scam, you know? Setting up a single day for love. What kind of crap is that? It's a dirty, rotten scam.
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You know. That Law. That one guy's Law. About things getting worse.
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See---see, Benson, you understand. [He raises his finger to articulate, and it wobbles unsteadily in the air.] You get it. Hell, if everyone else in this town were at least half as smart as you and I...? There'd be no stopping us.
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Well....I'm a-I'm a gumball machine.
[And had been one for all his life. But for some reason, saying it out loud, and doing so here? Makes it seem like that should be odd.]
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