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[singlespacedad]

This is Mando.

[And then a beep.]

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Friday the 13th

[nightyorb]

When I die, please set my body on fire and toss it at the jennies. Allow me one final joy.

[This is in no way a concerning message to get out of nowhere.]

It’s a phone tag from a Costa, please pretend this is properly formatted

[singlespacedad]

Done.

Hopefully that day won’t be anytime soon? Or do you need an emergency evac from somewhere?

[nightyorb]

This thing is going to kill me.

[Mando gets a picture of Boober cheerfully (or as cheerful as Boober gets) chatting with some... strange little tea ghost? Mando might have seen one of those himself seeing as they are everywhere right now! The picture looks like it was taken from across their kitchen table.]

[singlespacedad]

[Hmmmm.... that is certainly a new Pokemon. Mando studies the picture for a few moments before responding.]

Is it Boober's? And does it not like you?

[nightyorb]

It hits me every time Boober isn't looking. Sometimes even when he is.

[singlespacedad]

[Sorry, Riz, but that's kind of funny. You're being bested by a sentient teapot.]

Have you tried threatening it with cold water?

[nightyorb]

Do you really think Boober is going to let me do that? He says it wouldn't be so bad if I'd mind my manners a bit more. There is nothing wrong with my manners!

[singlespacedad]

[Uh huh.]

What does Boober suggest to get it to leave you alone?

[nightyorb]

No, that's it. This thing apparently hates bad manners or something, so Boober says if I just behave more properly, it won't hit me.

[singlespacedad]

Sounds like we're both doomed, then.

I'll try and distract it when I get home.

[nightyorb]

Yeah, come and track some mud on the carpet or something and get this thing off my back. It's not like you can yawn without covering your mouth.

[singlespacedad]

God, no. Then I'd have a Pokemon AND a Boober mad at me.

I'll come home and let Spicy loose. That should distract it for awhile.

[nightyorb]

Bringing out the big guns. I'd say it doesn't deserve that, but I'd be lying.

[singlespacedad]

Her Pokeball is in my bedroom, if you want to go let her out now.

[nightyorb]

Real tempting, but unfortunately, I'd be the only suspect with no good alibi to speak of.

[singlespacedad]

With Spicy, I wouldn't be surprised if she managed to get out of her ball on her own.

But if you need a fall guy, just wait until I'm home. Sit really still and maybe the teacup won't notice you.

[nightyorb]

I think that's dinosaurs, not evil teacups.

[singlespacedad]

It works on lots of things. Just try it.

[nightyorb]

Okay, but if this doesn't work, I'm blaming you.

[singlespacedad]

If you're not moving, you can't do anything offensive.

I think that's how manners work.

[He doesn't know!]

[nightyorb]

Judging by how fussy this thing is, it'd probably find a way to get on my case about, I don't know, breathing impolitely.

[singlespacedad]

Are you breathing through your mouth?

1/2

[nightyorb]

What do you take me for?

2/2

[nightyorb]

[And like, barely five minutes later.]

Update: It hit me again! Apparently, my nose breathing is snuffy. Whatever that means.

[singlespacedad]

I'm telling you, Riz: let Spicy out of her ball. I'm five minutes away from home, I'll take the fall for you.