hi um stuff i write.

will soot soot so far i guess i dunno this title doesnt need to appeal to yall-

me : ...eyes widen ...youre alive. 

will : ...debatable

me : what do u mean debatable you philisophical hipster- keeps grip on his wrist as my other hand traces his face- [hes real....and hes alive- i dont know wtf he means by debatable- god hes so cryptic] 

will : [luckily im a patient man-] i may be alive but i dont LOOK like me do i? do i , jj. grabs my hand and presses it more to his face 

me : well...no..u look tired..and older...and- notices the white hair streak what the fuck... 

will : see? life...or death or WHATEVER in the void i was in while i was dead it -it was WAY longer tHERE than HERE. ...i was gone for decades- decades of an run down subway station abyss- i saw tommy ONCE when he briefly died...and i saw that BLUBBERING mess of a ghost knock off of me as he came off the train-

me : ghostbur? he was crying? w-was he hurt? [what could have happened-] clearly MORE worried over ghostburrs safety 

will : who cares? hes just a GHOST. a shell of the old me- right? he was so stupid and all he did was ruin everything he ruined tommys beach party right? rIGHT? 

me : OK OK- yes- yes that happened but he didnt know any better , will- its - its like yelling at a child for playing w/ the knives it doesnt know whats wrong yet-

will : intent this intent that- jj the outcome matters more- point IS. im here. hes not. hes gone and im glad for it- what did u not miss me? LETS REMEMBER WILLBURS NOT A GOOD PERSON IN CANON 

 me : of COURSE i missed you , will- i just wasnt gonna POUT about it...especially not after what u did...glares up at him-letting go of his wrist- he wont let go of my other hand tho

will : oh please...as if that ever bothered u- youre just mad because i showed up suddenly arent u? isnt that why u moved? for NO interuptions?

me : yes simply YES- i cant have tommy coming to me for help every time he messes up- hes 19 now and he needs to work on his own messes - so i moved here- quackity gave me a room

will : lets go of my hand and sits in my couch ..theres more...tell me...snaps fingers and not tommorow tho i wouldnt mind looking at u for that long- 

me : har har , mr.soot- sits next to him i...le'manberg brings a lotta bad memories alright i cant....stops myself besides georges house got greifed and he needed a home so- 

will : hm...when did u become a pushover? 

me : PARDON ME? a PUSHOVER? willbur dont YOOUUUU even start i- 

quackity downstairs washing his dishes : ...if they keep arguing like theyre about to be divorced i'll be offended i wasnt invited to their NON-EXISTANT wedding jesus-

willbur : im just saying you at LEAST werent happy about standing back originally- NOW you just wanna move away from it- let it all go to shit? and i thought you HAAATED anarchy~ winks and laughs harshly-

me : yeah yeah keep TALKIN , old man- i was never PASSIVE and im NOT now- its not like im staying away forever ...u know what I HAVENT DECIDED SO-