Re: quicklog, marvel: mj/flash
[Flash scooted up the bed so he could lean against the backboard, dragging the journal along with him. It pinged! and there was a message from Harry about cancelling pizza times.] Well, fuck it. [Flash sighed because fucking nothing he was doing talking wise seemed to be working. Though, how could he be surprised? The beauty of the Skyrim door was that the people there weren't really people. Oh, sure they looked pretty real, but they behaved like robots. Work in the garden for this long, say only this amount of dialogue, magically have the same voice as 100+ other villagers in the door. So, Flash didn't talk much while he was there. He didn't think much. This was like learning to walk again.]
Man, it's been a long time and we still haven't found a cure that works for him yet. We've been through so much shit and he's only getting worse. [Flash crossed his arms, fingers holding elbows and he smiled at her flop. Yeah, that was MJ all over. But, like, a version of MJ that still wanted to work out her issues by behaving like a cool chick.]