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[helmetdoesnothing]

[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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[helmetdoesnothing]

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?

[ohshellno]

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?

[helmetdoesnothing]

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.

[ohshellno]

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.

[helmetdoesnothing]

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?!

[ohshellno]

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?

[helmetdoesnothing]

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

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

[ohshellno]

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?

[helmetdoesnothing]

Are they mutually ekthcluthive?

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

[ohshellno]

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.