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——-// MORNING //——-
Lunchbox:
I miss you and your bones.
Gail:
Is that so?
Lunchbox:
Like crazy. Particularly your mandible.
Gail:
I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.
Lunchbox:
That they miss your bones or that they miss you like crazy?
Gail:
Both obviously but more “like crazy.”
Lunchbox:
They are all fools because “like crazy” is the only way I could ever possibly miss you.
Gail:
I don’t like that you are forever turning me into a humungous puddle of goo. If you ever tell anyone that I enjoy it when you say stuff like this to me I will have to resort to murder and I promise you, it won’t be pretty!
Lunchbox:
Duly noted.
Gail:
My friends have already accused me of going soft.
Lunchbox:
I think you’ve always been soft, you have just always hidden it well.
Gail:
What? And now I don’t?
Lunchbox:
…
Gail:
I have a rep to protect here!
Lunchbox:
Well it looks like you are going to have to try harder to hide it you big softie because I don’t plan on going anywhere.
Gail:
For the moment.
Lunchbox:
So much optimism, you have.
Gail:
Whatever, Yoda.
———// LUNCHTIME //———
Gail:
I miss you like a cat misses their meerkat.
Lunchbox:
Goo Peck.
Gail:
You’re laughing hysterically at your own joke right now aren’t you?
Lunchbox:
You think you know me so well…
Gail:
But I’m not wrong am I?
Lunchbox:
Nope lol
Gail:
At least you keep yourself entertained.
Lunchbox:
That I do.
———// AFTERNOON //———
Lunchbox:
I miss you more.
Gail:
Not possible.
Lunchbox:
Prove it.
Gail:
Meet me in your office in 10.
Lunchbox:
Can’t.
Gail:
Why the fuck not?
Lunchbox:
Because I’m waiting for you in interrogation 3.
——-// 20 MINUTES LATER //——-
Lunchbox:
You win.
Gail:
I know, I always win.