willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

Look, I get it…

For once your Jim is down for the count, and I’m not.  But is there a reason you’re here?  Are you just going to continue being depressing at me?

Don’t be childish.

There’s nothing to be done about your finger but wait.

I know that, I was being dramatic earlier to see if anyone was paying attention.  You were.

But now you’re just being depressing.

Shame on me. Shall I do a little dance?

Showtunes more your thing? Who did you punch, anyway?

A potential client.  He was being an ass and I didn’t have time, nor did I care about his case.

So I punched him… Knocked him out though, even if I hurt my hand.

You do potential-client meetings in person now? How rich is he?

Well, he didn’t know I was me.  Told him I was some handyman named Kris. 

And very.  Would have been a good job, could I stand it.

Ah well. His loss, obviously.

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

Look, I get it…

For once your Jim is down for the count, and I’m not.  But is there a reason you’re here?  Are you just going to continue being depressing at me?

Don’t be childish.

There’s nothing to be done about your finger but wait.

I know that, I was being dramatic earlier to see if anyone was paying attention.  You were.

But now you’re just being depressing.

Shame on me. Shall I do a little dance?

Showtunes more your thing? Who did you punch, anyway?

A potential client.  He was being an ass and I didn’t have time, nor did I care about his case.

So I punched him… Knocked him out though, even if I hurt my hand.

You do potential-client meetings in person now? How rich is he?

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

Look, I get it…

For once your Jim is down for the count, and I’m not.  But is there a reason you’re here?  Are you just going to continue being depressing at me?

Don’t be childish.

There’s nothing to be done about your finger but wait.

I know that, I was being dramatic earlier to see if anyone was paying attention.  You were.

But now you’re just being depressing.

Shame on me. Shall I do a little dance?

Showtunes more your thing? Who did you punch, anyway?

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

That’s a no then.  Alright.  [ He grumbles a lit, using his right hand to carefully feel along his damaged finger, looking for a break or something wrong with it. ]  My… Person.  Isn’t here.

[Unimpressed.] Mine’s in a coma, want to trade?

I’ve died twice and come back.  Twice.  Don’t let a little coma bother you.  [ He settles with straightening it out slightly, deciding there was no real break, but perhaps a bad sprain. ]  At least yours wants you.  I have, however, gotten mine to watch Glee with me.

A lot of good that’s doing me now.

That is horrific. I wouldn’t wish that sort of torture on nearly anyone.

Look, I get it…

For once your Jim is down for the count, and I’m not.  But is there a reason you’re here?  Are you just going to continue being depressing at me?

Don’t be childish.

There’s nothing to be done about your finger but wait.

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

Are you going to help me with it or laugh at me?

I’m not a coach. If you’re asking me to get in a fistfight with you you’re going to wind up with more bruises than you’d like.

… I meant with the finger.

[ Jim lifts his left hand, his ring finger rather successfully swollen and rather painful looking. ] I’ve already drugged myself, so I can’t feel a thing… But It’s annoying.

And here I thought you had people for that.

That’s a no then.  Alright.  [ He grumbles a lit, using his right hand to carefully feel along his damaged finger, looking for a break or something wrong with it. ]  My… Person.  Isn’t here.

[Unimpressed.] Mine’s in a coma, want to trade?

I’ve died twice and come back.  Twice.  Don’t let a little coma bother you.  [ He settles with straightening it out slightly, deciding there was no real break, but perhaps a bad sprain. ]  At least yours wants you.  I have, however, gotten mine to watch Glee with me.

A lot of good that’s doing me now.

That is horrific. I wouldn’t wish that sort of torture on nearly anyone.

angel-and-dear:

mistersmoran:

angel-and-dear:

[Text] Not yet

[Text] Lady was acting kinda off too but I only saw her for three seconds today so I might have just been imagining things

[Text] Then go do that and text me with panic after you know what you’re panicking about.

[Text] Don’t be silly Seb

[Text] I don’t panic

[Text] When have I ever panicked?

[Text] Really now?

angel-and-dear:

mistersmoran:

[Text] Okay so don’t

[Text] Just leave Az alone

[Text] Or don’t

[Text] Have you actually tried asking? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s pretty horrific at lying

[Text] Not yet

[Text] Lady was acting kinda off too but I only saw her for three seconds today so I might have just been imagining things

[Text] Then go do that and text me with panic after you know what you’re panicking about.

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

Are you going to help me with it or laugh at me?

I’m not a coach. If you’re asking me to get in a fistfight with you you’re going to wind up with more bruises than you’d like.

… I meant with the finger.

[ Jim lifts his left hand, his ring finger rather successfully swollen and rather painful looking. ] I’ve already drugged myself, so I can’t feel a thing… But It’s annoying.

And here I thought you had people for that.

That’s a no then.  Alright.  [ He grumbles a lit, using his right hand to carefully feel along his damaged finger, looking for a break or something wrong with it. ]  My… Person.  Isn’t here.

[Unimpressed.] Mine’s in a coma, want to trade?

angel-and-dear:

mistersmoran:

[Text] No point in going to hell.

[Text] He’s stuck here.

[Text] I guess I could kill him on the spot and then have you drag him out.

….

[Text] Never mind.

[Text] So go on vacation

[Text] Can’t

[Text] I’m worried about Az

[Text] I mean he’s happy and everything but at the same time when I catch him alone, he’s got this look like something’s up

[Text] I can’t decide if he’s not telling me something or just hasn’t gotten around to it yet

[Text] And no way am I leaving you alone mister

[Text] Okay so don’t

[Text] Just leave Az alone

[Text] Or don’t

[Text] Have you actually tried asking? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s pretty horrific at lying

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

mistersmoran:

willyoufixitforme:

You’re punching wrong.

I’m a few years out of practice.

Obvious solution then.

Are you going to help me with it or laugh at me?

I’m not a coach. If you’re asking me to get in a fistfight with you you’re going to wind up with more bruises than you’d like.

… I meant with the finger.

[ Jim lifts his left hand, his ring finger rather successfully swollen and rather painful looking. ] I’ve already drugged myself, so I can’t feel a thing… But It’s annoying.

And here I thought you had people for that.