notevendarkyet | Meta!Crack for ya! (AIM logs Murph-Ebenezar) (Reply)

Karrin: 05. Spend a day in a spa. ? We've got to see about that, old man.

Eb: No.

Karrin's mun: *shrugs* We'll see how many people will team up on him

Eb's mun: lol, Can you imagine Thomas giving him a hair cut? lol

Karrin's mun: well he already offered ... well, suggested it to Murph

Eb's mun: lol, Eb is going to hide now

Murph: Coward.

Eb: Self preservation

Murph: Right. You call it that.

Eb: Yup. And since I'm hundreds of years older than you, I'm right.

Murph: *shrugs* Harry's always saying I never pick on people my own size. Maybe I should give you a try.

Eb: Are you calling me short?

Murph: Is that a problem?

Eb: You ain't much taller, ma'am.

Murph: Never said I was. *eyes him up* You are definitely shorter than the last person Dresden was talking about, though.

Eb: Who's Hoss talkin' about now? He's not getting Mab mad at him again, is he? How's he even talk with his foot jammed in his mouth all the time?

Murph: *laughs* Nah, it was a much smaller catch. Just one of Marcone's men.

Eb: That'd be the gangster, right? Don't see why the boy mixes with that sort.

Murph: *shrugs* I actually think that was the first time he chose to get him involved. The times before were more or less... by chance. Which seems pretty suspicious right there.

Eb: That boy's skull's too thick for common sense to penetrate.

Murph: Ain't that the truth. But it's too thick for bullets to penetrate too, it seems, so I'm mostly OK with the deal.

Eb: You know, somethin' that thick should be pretty heavy. You think he gets bad cricks in he neck from carrying it around all the time or does the empty headedness balance everything out?

Murph: *ponders* All in all... I think I'm going to say cricks.

Eb: Probably right.