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[There's a few long moments of staticky silence, then Mituna's voice - quiet, but still with that trademark horrendous lisp. He didn't lose that this week, clearly.]

Tho.. my matethprit ith gone, I gueth.

[A long pause follows this announcement, then he continues.]

I don't want to change back.

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[He might be hitting on her, but it never goes past words. There's the faintest grin evident in his voice as he replies.]

I'd heard about that unfortunate growth of yourth. Thcrape it off before you get here, I don't need that kind of thhit in my houthe. It'th the theventh on Phanga.

[Luckily it happens enough that she hardly even notices. She knows he'd never fail on the rad girl, even if he still makes the comments.]

Pretty shore just about everyone heard. [Groan.] I know, I won't. Be there in a mo'. [She clicks off the feed, makes excuses at Cronus and is able to shakily float toward Mituna's house.

Only, Meenah isn't patient enough to get a hang of these powers so she's been zooming around like a crazed bird. She's also having brake issues, so don't be too surprised when she slams into the door and groans dejectedly from outside.]

Tuna boy?

[Nice landing, Meenah. Mituna pulls himself up off the couch with a snort when he hears that thud and the following groan, and moves to the door, pulling it open. Despite the fact he can't see her, he still manages to look cocky as fuck.]

Have a good trip?

[Oh, how the tables have turned! Now Meenah is being a clutz and she could not hate it more. Fuck this shit, seriously.

She stands up and scowls at him, even if he can't see it.]

Yeah, haha. Reel funny. Lemme in. [She pushes past him, wandering into his home and looking around.]

Ow-- fuck-

[The shove nearly sends him toppling, but he catches himself against the wall and shakes his head in an attempt to clear the lingering disorientation. After that, he follows the sound of her footsteps.]

What'th thuddenly turned you into the gratheleth wonder?

[Meenah fails to feel bad for that, mostly because she's failed to notice. She hasn't really acknowledged that he's blind, if it's been pointed out it's slipped her memory.]

Can't you tell? [She whirls around to look at him, pointing at her eyes and not realising it means nothing.] I got the mad eye powers. Shit is hard to control, yo. I figured it was easy.

I can't thee you, geniuth. [Before she can make a crack at his hair being in the way, he pushes it aside to show off the million-mile-stare he's been wearing for the week. He's looking towards her voice, but there's not even the slightest hint of his being able to focus on her.]

And it ith eathy, what'th wrong with you.

Why not? Move your fringe, tuna boy. Take a look at my- Oh. Sheesh. Why'd you have to go do that now when I got the cool eye thing goin' on? [He pouts because he knows she caan't see it.]

It ain't easy, you're only sayin' that cuz you're used to it. Duuuh.

Take a picture, it'll latht longer.

[He'll look at your cool eye thing when he can actually see it, Meenah. Of course he might not care at that point.]

Tho, what, you want me to help?

Is that a legit suggestion? Cuz don't think I won't.

[Because she really needs a useless picture of Mituna's face.]

Nope. I can figure it out myshellf. We're meant to be chillin cuz I'm a good frond and all that shit.

[Paaaaause.] You got food somewhere?

Thould have known you'd jump at the chanthe for a few thelfieth.

[He shrugs one shoulder, then nods and makes a gesture in the vague direction of the kitchen.]

Thure. Don't athk me where anything ith, I don't fucking know.

It ain't selfies if I'm not in it. Unless you want me to be all quackbeast facin' alongside you.

[She grabs his hand and aggressively drags him into the kitchen with her, leaving him to stand while she rummages.]

I got a sixth sense for sugar.

That wath the point, krillthponge. Take a picture tho I can thee it later.

[He's about to go further into how obvious that is, when she's suddenly dragging him and he's letting out a loud squawk of alarm, all his concentration going to maintaining his balance. When she leaves him standing there he does indeed simply stand there, twitching a little.]

... The f-ffuck was that?!

Later.

[They can get to the photos later, gosh. Ain't you ever had a slumber party before? The pictures come after you stuff your face.

Which Meenah intends on doing. She thinks she can pull together a delicious as fuck sandwich from this, if she can actually focus on it. She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him]

The fuck was what?

That! Who the fuck dragth a blind guy through hith houthe.

[And then eats all his food. Rude, Meenah.]

I do! So you wouldn't get lost, obviously.

[She snorts before turning back to the fridge and starting to stack some food up in her arms so she can turn it out on the counter.]

You want a sandwich or you wanna shut up?

Are they mutually ekthcluthive?

[Just going to squint in your general direction, Meenah..]

They are now. [She doesn't even bother looking, or even waiting for an answer. She's already preparing these delicious sandwiches and he can't do a damn thing.] Choose wisely, homeslice.

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