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SOOOO FULL OF IT

[the boyfriend is beef]

Need a name to tell you that, Skye.

And have been for 144 years!

Jesse. His name's Jesse Pinkman. And he's TOTALLY CONVINCED you're like crazy stalking him and going to come after him with a knife or something. And he hasn't been talking to Freddie or reading Tattlecrime. Can you please explain this to me?

I know I called you a fossil but that is taking it a BIT far

[Welp.]

I don't stalk him. I've read whatever he's said or written on the Network that's public. I do the same with quite a few people here. If it's public, it's visible to everyone. I just follow along. It's not about him. It's about Abigail. He didn't quite get it and I'm not going to explain what's her story as much as it is mine. So I probably ended up sounding just like Freddie wants me to. He stuck to his guns and I stuck to mine, but I don't think anything truly bad of him because of that.

Edited 2014-09-03 01:52 (UTC)

Dude. Even *I* don't read everything Jesse posts on the network and he's my *boyfriend*. I mean. Even if it is public, if it's nothing to do with you then that's... sliiiightly stalkerish behavior. And I say this as someone who pretty much has the stalking SUPERPOWER.

w/e gotta load up on some more dog treats for Trotsky or should I just keep more dog food in general in the back room more dog food I can do that and a bed he needs a bed a tiny bed for his tiny cute ankle bruising fluffy self

Are you gonna be my doggy daddy, Mr. G

[Oh sweet Skye.]

You don't understand the meaning of the word stalking, is what I'm getting from this. Do you know the legal definition of stalking? Do you have any idea what it actually means? Let me tell you what stalking really is. Stalking is CRIMINAL ACTIVITY that consists of following and then harassing another person, and doing so REPEATEDLY. What have I done with Jesse Pinkman? I read his stuff, yes. And I made a single phone call. That is literally all I have done. You want to say that seems obsessive or something, fine. But you call that stalking, you call it criminal.

[ie. calling Will a criminal.]

[Since when did his shop start playing Marvin Gaye oh wait that's in his head]

I would proudly be your doggy daddy, yes.

Don't you throw the book at me. I'm not talking about in the criminal/legal sense of the word, Will, and you know it. [Oh yeah. Will. Not "Mr. G." That's how you know she's serious.]

I'm talking about WHATEVER it was you said to him that is making my boyfriend PARANOID. I'm having FIGHTS with my BOYFRIEND about YOU. It's *ridiculous*. For the love of my sanity, whatever beef you have between the two of you? It stops. Right now. I don't care who was in the right or the wrong. You're going to apologize and explain yourself. That's not a request.

There are so many jokes I could make here

I hope you appreciate my restraint in taking the high road

[ Life has a way of delivering complexities when things would be much easier if only they remained simple. Simple like the word fond, four letters long, and surprising. She can't say she doesn't know. Isn't aware.

But she's no better prepared for seeing something honest when everything has been given to the world at large for how she isn't someone worth knowing, not someone to forgive, and so very isolated by choice and action from a world universes away from here.

So she redirects. She can't say anything to that, can't acknowledge the caring, can't point out that she's fond of him, too, to be bothering with this bullshit she'd have been better off walking away from. Circling each other, ears forward, tails down, heads lowered. Play? ]

I ran into Lunatic in the swamp.

[He's got a thousand things he could say about fighting over him, and none of them do anyone any good. Not Skye, not Jesse, and not him. So he bites that all back and takes his time.]

I can't explain myself without explaining Abigail Hobbs, Skye. You want me to go in there and tell her story to someone without her permission. That's what you're telling, not requesting. That's going to be a no. You must remember that when I told you about my accusations, I kept names out of it. There was a reason. There is a reason for that. It's staying this way. Now if you'd like to know what was said so we can more accurately go from there, I can write a transcript. My memory's good. If you think I'd lie to you about anything said, you can double check with him on it. I've got nothing to hide here.

[Circling each other, ears forward, tails down, heads lowered, play. He knows Annie doesn't mean as anything truly crushing, truly terrible...and yet, he's so tired of playing.

All the world's a stage but sometimes the players want to do something else. Something real. This is still real but...]

Did you leave him there?

You set that one up! I was just going along.

[ She's sixteen and has no healthy relationships in her life. This may not be healthy, either, but it's a far sight better than what she knows.

Real is scary as hell. ]

I rescued him from the two headed alligator.

On purpose?

[Did she rescue him on purpose or did she rescue him on purpose, it's open for interpretation.]

Not initially. Still didn't leave him to deal with the stupidity of running around wearing a cape in a swamp like I could have.

Turns out his fire doesn't work so well when he's soaked, and he's either hacking in to the Registered messages, or Registered himself. He was out there to mess with the continuum supply line for everyone.

Doesn't look like he has instant regeneration as one of his skills. If that's an upside. (I think it is.)

[Skye sighs on her end, though Will can't see it.]

... I don't think you'd lie to me, Mr G. I trust you. Look, you don't have to ... explain it, or bring Abigail into it, or anything like that if you don't want to. I just need you to... make it right, somehow. However you see fit. I can't choose between the two of you. I can't. You're both too important to me.

I totally did.

Surprise, I'm a terrible friend.

Aren't you glad.

[A cape. Is this real life.]

Makes sense that fire doesn't do so well when wet. So does being Registered. It's easy. It doesn't mean good or bad, not like the rest of the population might assume. Was he injured at all? Do you remember? If he couldn't regenerate, it's possible those injuries would out him. Might not still be there now but someone could've seen them on him.

[He reads that sentence a few times because it's so not normal he has to appreciate it.]

[He's not sure about this, the way she words it. He wonders if there might be big, soulful, doe eyes involved if it were face-to-face, in person, something. Anything. That added please without it being said. Probably while he's getting a dog stuffed into his arms. The golden ticket.]

I don't think me calling him up would be very appreciated, if he's reacted this poorly. [This is a poor reaction, same as Karen's reaction to the Grapevine.] So how do you think I should reach out to him otherwise? Go right up on to the Youth Center?

As joyous as a Christmas tree in March.

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goes to eat okra

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stares forlornly from the front porch

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