oh i dont think i have yet i mean maybe want me to set up one of those traps where you prop a box up on a stick and it's got the string? ill leave a book of matches and a weird lamp under it
its been four fucking days you know what just forget it if you havent you havent its whatever
[His patience is incredibly thin, and even though he did this over text so he wouldn't sound emotional, Merle can probably tell when he's a little over the edge.]
[ Hm. Maybe he needs to get a calendar. Maybe that should be something he really gets to working on. Merle feels something within the neighborhood of guilt. All, uh. Lup situations considered.
Why does this cave keep taking important competent women away from them like it's a show on the CW network, whether by energy vampire murder or plain disappearing. ]
aw shit then i havent ill keep my eye open. if i get any clues ill call you first thing
[At least he's taking this somewhat seriously, or something. Whatever. It's not important now.]
good just tell me if you see her or if she wanders back home and you find her on the couch with potato chips in her mouth so i can smack her or something
[ This is another scenario where he winds up trapped under a box in the living room, like a cat that gets stuck under a laundry basket. Both luckily and sadly given the context of this conversation, that won't be happening soon. ]
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not that i think you could answer this unless she was standing directly in the line of sight of your last working eye but
you seen lup today
[text]
i mean maybe
want me to set up one of those traps where you prop a box up on a stick and it's got the string? ill leave a book of matches and a weird lamp under it
[text]
also shed never fall for that shed find a way to get you under the box in five minutes
we both know this
seriously though yes or no
[text]
so no not today but probably yesterday
[ he doesn't defend himself. he knows she would have him in that box in no time flat. that's just the way it is. ]
[text]
you know what just
forget it
if you havent you havent its whatever
[His patience is incredibly thin, and even though he did this over text so he wouldn't sound emotional, Merle can probably tell when he's a little over the edge.]
[text]
Why does this cave keep taking important competent women away from them like it's a show on the CW network, whether by energy vampire murder or plain disappearing. ]
aw shit then i havent
ill keep my eye open. if i get any clues ill call you first thing
[text]
good just
tell me if you see her
or if she wanders back home and you find her on the couch with potato chips in her mouth so i can smack her or something
[text]
[ This is another scenario where he winds up trapped under a box in the living room, like a cat that gets stuck under a laundry basket. Both luckily and sadly given the context of this conversation, that won't be happening soon. ]
[text]
and then call me
i get smacking dibs
see you later
[text]
[ and later that night they chose not to talk about their feelings about this situation at all, and lived sadly ever after. ]