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− | Brady, how can ya say that after we done got so close? Ya think I'd just cast | + | Brady, how can ya say that after we done got so close? Ya think I'd just cast ya aside once m'son is born? I would never! Yer my friend, Brady. ...And my son. |
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− | Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums. | + | Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums. |
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Contents
C Support
Brady:
Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Donnel:
Um...
Brady:
Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
Donnel:
Uh, Brady?
Brady:
Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Donnel:
Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
Brady:
Yeah?
Donnel:
Why'd ya say "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.
Brady:
Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Donnel:
Shucks, I've had the odd cup here'n there, but I ain't never had "teatime" in m'life.
Brady:
...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
Donnel:
Welp, I reckon she must've, 'cause I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is.
Brady:
That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Donnel:
Er, what exactly did she tell ya?
Brady:
Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Donnel:
...Since when did my life get so strange?
B Support
Brady:
Sorry about last time, old-timer.
Donnel:
What, the tea? Shucks, that ain't nothin' to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to jaw.
Brady:
Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
Donnel:
...I'm sorry?
Brady:
Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
Donnel:
It...does?
Brady:
What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
Donnel:
Brady, listen up and listen good. Ain't no one EVER apologized to ol' Donny like that 'fore. I think yer ma's havin' some fun with ya again.
Brady:
What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
Donnel:
Brady, wait.
Brady:
What?!
Donnel:
Long as yer here, let's you and me jaw a spell and just forget about yer ma. Heck, if it warn't for her japes, I reckon you'd have never come by.
Brady:
Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
Donnel:
Well, ain't that a kick! Now pull up a seat...
A Support
Brady:
And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
Donnel:
Heh heh... Yer ma sure does love playin' with ya...
Brady:
...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
Donnel:
I'm just glad you and me are able to talk like this, Brady. I admit, first time I saw ya, I was... Well, ya scared me somethin' fierce.
Brady:
Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
Donnel:
What, ya mean the Brady from this era?
Brady:
Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
Donnel:
...... Brady, I...
Brady:
Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
Donnel:
Brady, how can ya say that after we done got so close? Ya think I'd just cast ya aside once m'son is born? I would never! Yer my friend, Brady. ...And my son.
Brady:
Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
Donnel:
Gosh, I couldn't forget ya if I tried. I'll remember ya till the day they roll me in the shroud, Son.
Brady:
Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
Donnel:
Well, guess that settles that. Reckon I can't just go and die now!