Mask or Menace - IC Inbox

[dreadinquisitor]

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[h2no]

Ugh. I should've gone.

[but didn't for personal reasons.

anyway-- he stops and gestures at the cookie place; obvious since it's the only store with the lights on. there's a couple people in there already.]

Here we are. All night... cookies. Creative name. Can't fault it?

[dreadinquisitor]

Something to be said for letting everyone know exactly what they're getting.

[He moves up to the store front and pulls on the door handle, waving Archie through ahead of him.]

I wish more things were so helpful.

[h2no]

[i wish i could fucking sleep, is what archie almost says. instead, he comes out with:] Ain't no business with no pun. Though... I guess this is business? Cookies? Ah, whatever.

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell gestures him through again, then follows, door swinging closed behind them. Once inside, he breathes deeply.]

Whatever the name, that is an amazing smell.

[h2no]

Part of me is saying that we shouldn't be having sugar when we already can't sleep, but the other part of me doesn't care.

[he slaps max's back.]

Let's do this!

[dreadinquisitor]

It's not as if not having it has helped.

[Flawless logic, no? He grins.]

To delicious glory.




[ooc: wrap?]