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[lackey]

Nope. But maybe Will's got another smart kid you can borrow?

[textualhealing]

Then why bother calling, Mike? [Ooh, that's a sulky tone.]

[lackey]

[Mike hears that sulky tone and raises Jeff a sulky huff.]

To see if I still had a job! Which I obviously don't 'cause- 'cause you want me to play second... uh... shit, what's that one, uh... instrument thing? Second whatever that thing is! To a kid! Fuck that, I'm not doin' that anymore. I'm better than any dumb smart kid! I've got experience and really cool powers!

[textualhealing]

[Just two mature men being super mature.]

Seriously? You're jealous that I had to get someone else? Way to go, man.

[lackey]

[Where's an actual adult when you need one?]

Way to go yourself! [A+ comeback.] You would've gotten that kid even if the god machine hadn't kicked me! That's what happens. That's how it goes. Everybody always gets somebody else, some kid.

But hey! I wonder how your clients would feel about runnin' into a shady guy on their way to your office?

[textualhealing]

[A pause, mostly so his eyes can roll out of his head. Bye eyes. It gives Jeff the chance to think briefly before snapping back a bitchy retort, at least. Friends are good, arguments are healthy, but hugging it out is even better.]

Okay, so clearly this isn't just about working for me. You got some problem here. What's up, Mike? They replace you back home?

[lackey]

[There's a pause on his end, too. How dare Jeff ignore a perfectly good threat. How. Dare. Barely audible foot stomp for good measure. And then stillness.]

Sure did.

[textualhealing]

[Sorry, bro. Can't take your threats seriously. Not when you're so adorably small and sulky. Cutest foot stomp ever.]

I'm not replacing you, Mike. The kid was just doing this as a favor for my sorry ass. I still need you.

[lackey]

[Even vertically-challenged men can be murderous, Jeff Winger!!!]

Bull. Think I'm gonna fall for your lies.

[textualhealing]

[It's ok to be tiny, bro.]

I'm not lying to you. And even if I was you wouldn't know because I'm an exceptional liar. [So smug.]

The kid's more interested in how the TV show works. I want him behind the scenes of that, not stuck threatening and intimidating any that get too close.

[lackey]

[u wanna go oversized man]

Well, guess you better hope Will's got a dangerous kid to lend you to do all the threatenin' and intimidatin', then!

[Sulky and dumb is such an unfortunate combination.]

[textualhealing]

[No, because Mike would win. :c]

Or you could come back and do that for me.

[lackey]

No can do, dude. Good luck with your kid search. I gotta go.

[Time to get super drunk and hope Walt White doesn't have a power that lets him murder people through the communicators...]

[textualhealing]

[All the sads. But apparently there's no convincing him right now. Maybe Mike just needs some time to cool off and not be such a totally mature toddler.]

Yeah, okay. I'll speak to you later. It's good to have you back.

[lackey]

[But being mature and rational is haaaaard.]