beatupgrass | IC INBOX

[Sometime in the wake of Ewaymas, certain conversations have come back to her, particularly once the boozy haze of New Year's has cleared away. As such, certain misunderstandings need to be addressed, which means...]

You're a RACCOON?

[...]

Are you just now realizing this?!

Was I supposed to have realized it sooner?!

[HOW, ROCKET.

Oh, wait.]

I wasn't myself when you told me.

How's that my fault?! You bein' weird and dippy don't make me look less furry, you crazy broad.

You took advantage of me.

[Despite neither of them knowing who they were at the time. Right.]

That wasn't even me. If I wanted to rob you, lady, I'd rob you to your face, not all that... [he makes a noise that sounds vaguely disgusted.]

Of course you say so now!

[She's not buying it.]

As if it was so horrible for you. Please.

I say so now, 'cause I'm in my right head!

[he makes another noise.]

Stop talkin' about it. Ugh.

You should consider yourself fortunate, you rat!

[HUFFHUFF]

If you tell anyone about this, I swear, I'll remove your teeth.

Why the hell would I tell anyone about that? You think I want it known I screwed around with some bald-body?

[yeah so much for maintaining any level of decorum in this relationship. WOW REBEKAH. HAVE YOU NEVER CONSIDERED THIS IS GROSS ON TWO SIDES???]