#finnsmozzarella

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@finnsmozzarella

"That's Ratatouille bullshit. Check this out." They go impermanent, except for their feet. They swing an uppercut at Finn. It goes through his face.

[wastewaifs]

@finnsmozzarella said: EVADE:  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer.

"oh SHI--!" once the freek realizes what's going on, he releases the tension all across his small, wiry body with a great big sigh. "oh, brother, am i glad to..."

in the not-so-distant distance: "i'm going to snap your neck, you dirty little fuck!"

funke winces and clasps his mildly sweaty palm over finn's mouth. "don't say a word, fella," he breathes. he, for his part, is going to do his very best not to rip one.

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not so detached from reality yet that he doesn't know he's being watched, but too absorbed by the need to thrash and tear and feed feed FEED!!!!!!!!!! to relinquish the critter hanging limply from his mouth.

the rat's neck is mostly broken -- the larynx hasn't been crushed, yet, but the squeal it's wasting precious energy on producing is thin, and weak, and hopeless.

[alwaysif]

like for a short back and forth with finn ! [@finnsmozzarella but going to move him here]

[wastewaifs]

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"that can't be sanitary. aren't they always peeing?"

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@finnsmozzarella said: BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed

most of funke's actions are accompanied by a large gaseous outburst, and waking is no exception. he has been conditioned to hear, in response to these occurrences, some feedback from those in his vicinity. these days it comes mostly from his beloved ruthie -- usually taking the form of an acidic insult or a keening groan, or if she's feeling particularly passionate, a whack to the skull -- it's an immediate, visceral reaction. the delay this morning is enough to turn funke over, so he can investigate. he can usually control how potent it's going to be, but he cannot rule out the possibility that he may have accidentally anesthetized her with his ass.

it takes the ol' noggin a minute to catch up with what his eyes already understand. in the meantime he calls upon another sense of his to assist him. he touches finn's face. pokes his cheeks. strokes the pad of his thumb down his nose. possibly mimicking similar motions performed last night, although funke won't recollect any of that until later this afternoon. (or maybe never.)

"a dude...?" he mouths. and then the heel of his hand makes contact with his forehead, as he rolls onto his back, face screwing up in realization. "aw, shit, that's right -- we were doing each other!"

[alwaysif]

*a multi-muse something. run by io, 24. also at @sourwit & @finnsmozzarella. INFO.

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"who the fuck knows!" funke hisses. the shouting and cursing is getting louder. funke is rigidly clenching, in all areas.

his forehead furrows. wait. finn did not mean the cops in the broadest sense of the word. he meant this one cop in particular, whose got a stick up his ass, and is hunting the windy little freek.

"aw, shit, it was nothing. they were parked in some side street -- trying to catch people who were speeding -- look, i hate a reckless driver as much as the next guy, but they weren't actually doing nothing about it! they were sitting in their car eating hamburgers and listenin' to carly simon and wasting our hard-earned tax dollars!"

footsteps, pounding footsteps, and the huffing and puffing that is typical of an overpaid underworked adult who's out-of-shape -- getting closer and closer and --

"they had their window rolled down," funke continues, "so i walked up to it, and i cut one in their faces. brother, lemme tell you -- they did not like THAT!"

finn doesn't know why he isn't able to surround himself with a more ... regular folks than he usually does. When he finally thinks he has found someone 'normal' they turn out to be the biggest freak with a bounty on their head.

the joke's on him, though, because thinking funke's regular with his sideburns and a whole look going on is practically dumb-assery.

finn squirms under funke's mildly sweaty palm. swats his arm away, gently. whispers: "what's their problem?"