Third Step (Video, public + private messages)

[dogwalksyou]

[Private, separately, to William Bush and Jesse Pinkman.]

I'm sorry for...startling you. I'm normally a bit more circumspect.


[Private to Morgana]

You know, we got so caught up in talking, we never did get to play. Not that it wasn't a lovely talk.

[It's not in the Puppy's overbearing eager tones; this is measured, and more knowing. It's an offer, not a plea.]


[Public]

[The Dog looks a bit abashed.]

If anyone finds any, ah. Floating sticks that seem intent on throwing themselves. Let me know, please.

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[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

[The real answer is that she doesn't know anymore; but she doesn't want to admit that.]

I'm sure there are others who'd be happy to indulge you.

[Private]

[dogwalksyou]

I get by wherever I go.

[Yes. But she wants to talk to Morgana anyway. So.]

Perhaps a bit of play would be good for you, instead.

[She doesn't expect Morgana to agree; it's mild and easy. But she thinks it's true.]

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

I wouldn't know where to begin. [It's not a request for help; it's dry, bordering on ironic. She's not interested in playing at who she was. The Barge does that for her enough, anyway.]