[video | Of Course You Know My Wife ]

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

[As the camera turns on, what can be seen are two figures lazing around a couch. Neuro is laying down, his hands resting atop his stomach, laced together. At the other end of the couch, Marceline has her guitar and she's strumming it and singing to herself, or to Neuro- depends if he's listening or not.]

I think you're getting better. I don't have to cover my ears and run away at your voice anymore.

[Marceline continues to strum at the guitar.] Yeah, well, I offered to chop off your ears but you said no. It's your own fault~.

[Oho! Neuro just smiles at that retort! He's learned not to take things too far with his wife and all.]

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argh, I'm so late [action]

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

[Marceline runs her fingers over the strings.] Like I said, your fault, not mine.

/waits for you forever

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

Don't you have any new songs to sing?

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

I keep making up new songs, demon.

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

They all sound the same to me, vampire. [Oh, the jeering.]

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

Good thing my bass is an ax, yeah?

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

I think you're using the wrong words here to describe that instrument of yours. If it were an ax, I'd see a lot more blood around here.

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah? You think this baby can't go smiting anymore? [Smirk, rubbing the edge of the weapon-instrument.] Want to be proved different?

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

Aahh! I'm being abused by my wife verbally! What ever shall I do?

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

Man up!

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

Hm- is that really the most wise decision here? This could end in a battle of sorts.

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

If I were scared of you, do you think I'd marry you?

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

Masochist, of course.

[AHA... all this joking back and forth is proof of a very healthy relationship.]

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

No, that's when I go out at noon without my umbrella. Idiot.

[So healthy.]

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

...You go out at noon without your umbrella? Are you a fool?

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

Just once--and as you can see, I'm here to talk about it. Was it dumb? Oh, heck yes.

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

If you do such an irrational thing again, and you live to tell the tale- I'll certainly be the one to burn you to a crisp.

[DONT WORRY THIS HUSBANDO SO MUCH]

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I won't go out at noon again.

[Wait, wait for it.]

Without my umbrella or hat. I'm not going to be a daysleeper just because it suits you.

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

[He sighs]

I suppose I can't control you, but still- I'll melt that hat to your head if you dare go outside without it on.

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

[She leans against the couch, sighing as well]

Go stick your head in the Ice Kingdom for a few hours. Cool your jets, yeah.

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

I can assure you, I am very calm. It is you who's not thinking logically here. I should take that guitar away for such idiocy.

[thirstsforred.livejournal.com]

No one touches my bass without my permission, got it?

[brainisout.livejournal.com]

Hoh? Not even your beloved husband? I think we need a divorce.