DREAM!DISMAS: Okay, Miss Neurotics. You're way too ahead of yourself.
DREAM!MURRIT: what youre callin neurotics sounds distinctly more like pretty fucking rational to my fins
DREAM!MURRIT: im just keepin it real
DREAM!DISMAS: If by "keeping it real" you mean "freaking the fuck out", sure.
DREAM!MURRIT: ok bro whatever makes you feel better bout urself and our current sitch
DREAM!DISMAS: For the love of—
DREAM!DISMAS: Let's just make things easy for once, okay? Being sincere won't kill you.
DREAM!DISMAS: Unless you want me to take your old approach and try to fix the problem behind your back?
DREAM!MURRIT: nah you couldnt do shit even if you really wanted to stick it to me trust
DREAM!MURRIT: this is different
DREAM!DISMAS: That's exactly why I'm telling you to relax. If one thing going wrong is enough to set you off like this, you won't be thinking as straight as you need to once shit actually hits the fan.
DREAM!DISMAS: We're going to be fine. You're not a solo act, we have an entire team here. And our friends aren't as helpless as you think.
DREAM!DISMAS: You can trust us to have your back, just like we can count on you to have ours. Fair's fair, don't you think?
DREAM!MURRIT: your noggin screwed on straight? whend i ever say a thing about anyone bein helpless?
DREAM!MURRIT: you just love putting words in my mouth dontcha
DREAM!DISMAS: And you love letting your old habits get the best of you.
DREAM!MURRIT: hey cmon d
DREAM!MURRIT: if i didnt know any better id think your impression of me is still locked up in the good ol halcyon days
DREAM!DISMAS: Heh. It's cute that you're so worried about it.
DREAM!DISMAS: The Murrit that our waking counterparts are used to wouldn't be caught dead fretting over what anyone thinks of them.
DREAM!MURRIT: im never gonna die
DREAM!DISMAS: Yeah, guess what? Neither will any of us, because that's literally impossible.
DREAM!DISMAS: Also, since you don't seem to realize it, your fins get all twitchy when you're anxious. See?
DREAM!MURRIT: broooo quit making shit up thats supposed to be MY job
DREAM!DISMAS: Deflecting was also your job once upon a time, but looks like you're due for a performance review!
DREAM!MURRIT: what youre callin neurotics sounds distinctly more like pretty fucking rational to my fins
DREAM!MURRIT: im just keepin it real
DREAM!DISMAS: If by "keeping it real" you mean "freaking the fuck out", sure.
DREAM!MURRIT: ok bro whatever makes you feel better bout urself and our current sitch
DREAM!DISMAS: For the love of—
DREAM!DISMAS: Let's just make things easy for once, okay? Being sincere won't kill you.
DREAM!DISMAS: Unless you want me to take your old approach and try to fix the problem behind your back?
DREAM!MURRIT: nah you couldnt do shit even if you really wanted to stick it to me trust
DREAM!MURRIT: this is different
DREAM!DISMAS: That's exactly why I'm telling you to relax. If one thing going wrong is enough to set you off like this, you won't be thinking as straight as you need to once shit actually hits the fan.
DREAM!DISMAS: We're going to be fine. You're not a solo act, we have an entire team here. And our friends aren't as helpless as you think.
DREAM!DISMAS: You can trust us to have your back, just like we can count on you to have ours. Fair's fair, don't you think?
DREAM!MURRIT: your noggin screwed on straight? whend i ever say a thing about anyone bein helpless?
DREAM!MURRIT: you just love putting words in my mouth dontcha
DREAM!DISMAS: And you love letting your old habits get the best of you.
DREAM!MURRIT: hey cmon d
DREAM!MURRIT: if i didnt know any better id think your impression of me is still locked up in the good ol halcyon days
DREAM!DISMAS: Heh. It's cute that you're so worried about it.
DREAM!DISMAS: The Murrit that our waking counterparts are used to wouldn't be caught dead fretting over what anyone thinks of them.
DREAM!MURRIT: im never gonna die
DREAM!DISMAS: Yeah, guess what? Neither will any of us, because that's literally impossible.
DREAM!DISMAS: Also, since you don't seem to realize it, your fins get all twitchy when you're anxious. See?
DREAM!MURRIT: broooo quit making shit up thats supposed to be MY job
DREAM!DISMAS: Deflecting was also your job once upon a time, but looks like you're due for a performance review!