bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Still,” she leaned against him, “I DO have a contact who can curse their dreams.” She grimaced at his assurance, “Thanks… but that would be kinda tricky, and nothing so bad’s really happened to me. Just kids being mean y’know. I appreciate it though.”

He let out a small laugh and pulled her into a side hug as they walked “and mines just adults being mean. i appreciate it a lot, I do. It’s behind me now, for the most part. I’m still going to run into people like that, but I think now I’m more able to handle it than I was back then. You know?” 

“Yeah” she leaned into the sidehug, still frowning, “Still sucked and sucks in effects. But” she gestured to the furby, “You at least can say that you’re a thousand levels above them in terms of skill and success- I think.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps: 

“I can make their wives leave them. I have my ways. I can replace all the sugar in their homes with salt, unscrew chairs just a little, get nails in their tires. I have resources Dell I can make them suffer karma one way or another.” She seemed oddly serious about this, her fists clenched and eyes narrowed, “missing tax returns, lemonjuice in their milk saw one leg of a table shorter than the others, I have resources to drive them insane and I know people.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder “I appreciated it, Messenger, I really do” he said calmly “but it’s not worth it was over a decade ago now. I think if karma’s going to get them, it’s more satisfying to let it happen on it’s own.” He spoke softly “but I can’t stop you from doing anything if you want to.” 

The truth was, he wanted to see something happen to them, some sort of precaution, but he also knew chances were that wasn’t going to happen. It made him hesitant to tell anyone, and even more so to tell the Spy. 

He appreciated his friend, and her willingness to destroy them. He smiled at her “you’re a great friend” he said softly “I’d do the same for you.”

“Still,” she leaned against him, “I DO have a contact who can curse their dreams.” She grimaced at his assurance, “Thanks… but that would be kinda tricky, and nothing so bad’s really happened to me. Just kids being mean y’know. I appreciate it though.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Dell. Sweetheart. Darling. It’s like, the worst love story. I mean I love Shalespeare but uh, like seven people die including the main couple. Which I think avoiding is a good idea on? Don do that.”

She sucked her lips in to keep from talking.

“Mm…puns great…mmm that’s fair. Yeah that’s a better idea. Probably, I wouldn’t listen to my advice much anyway because I am the worst with this. Good luck though. Best of luck.”

“That’s a lot better of a comparison” he agreed “dying isn’t ideal. I won’t die if I don’t have to, I’ll promise you that now.” He fidgeted with the Furby as he spoke “at least not any time soon.”

He chuckled a bit “you’re probably better than me” he told her “haven’t really had much, or well, any experience. I dated a girl in highschool, but I was trying to hide it from everyone, and part of me thinks myself too.” He spoke softly. 

“I told one guy I liked him in college, and, that didn’t end well. So since then I’ve just kept it all to myself.” He looked at his friend and smiled softly “you’re one of the vary few people who know.”

“Do I need to track this man down and put a hit on him?” Was her immediate response, “because I can and will. I’ll take out anyone who was involved in it not going well. Nonlethally find ways to make their lives Hell you just say the word”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Oh I mean according to romance novels and stuff that’s like the quintessential start to a romance. Do I believe it in real life? No, but wow that is hoo.”

She put her hands back to her mouth trying not to say things. Trying to slow down and figure out how to phrase it.

“Dell… if you want to know… if a man like that… is into men…maybe bring up and diss the appearance of some random celebrity man like oh I don’t know…” she paused, “Someone like uhh Frank Sinatra or Charlie Chaplin? Just a random person y’know? And listen to how he reacts?”

“I mean, I could just jump in Romeo and Juliet style” he joked “in fair Badlands where we lat our scene.” He let out a soft chuckle “isn’t that supposed to be the best love story of all? Except they are like what.. fifteen?”

He shook his head “I can’t dis Sinatra, that’s a major sin. No pun intended.” Dell sighed slightly “I can just keep dropping hints, horribly flirting, and hoping he catches on.”

“Dell. Sweetheart. Darling. It’s like, the worst love story. I mean I love Shalespeare but uh, like seven people die including the main couple. Which I think avoiding is a good idea on? Don do that.”

She sucked her lips in to keep from talking.

“Mm…puns great…mmm that’s fair. Yeah that’s a better idea. Probably, I wouldn’t listen to my advice much anyway because I am the worst with this. Good luck though. Best of luck.”