[Voice]

[firacrux]

Imagine my surprise wakin' up here in hallucination land to stand in line for a fuckin' computer. Or was it to get in? Fuck if I know, I was hopin' the map on this thing had an exit. According to the one person I've run into so far with personality, there ain't one.

So, since I gotta wait for these status effects to wear off where is a guy to go for an imaginary stiff drink? And do I need money, or do you use leaves here? I noticed they were in short supply, what with the fake trees and shit.

[Could he sound any more disinterested? Probably not, Seifer is fairly convinced he's hallucinating still.]

Comments

[maybeimaleon]

Thanks. But he's my problem. Not anyone else's.

[shout_geronimo]

Only if he doesn't make himself anyone else's.

[maybeimaleon]

[Yeah, that's a sigh again.]

I can keep him from making trouble for the wrong people. I can't keep him out of trouble entirely.

Because Eleven is totally one to talk.

[shout_geronimo]

No one can keep an eye on someone all of the time. He just seems likely to draw the wrong sort of attention.

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[maybeimaleon]

You think I don't know that?!

[The answer is snapped back almost before Squall has time to think.]

[maybeimaleon]

[And then there's a deep breath, before he answers again.]

I can make it less. That's what I can do. I know how he thinks, and how he's likely to react. But it's not perfect. It's never going to be perfect.

[shout_geronimo]

[a careful pause before the Doctor speaks again, this time more gently]

Right. Of course you know that. Sorry.

Just... be careful.

[maybeimaleon]

I know what I'm doing.

[Which is really the best he can promise.]