What can I say? NYPD hasn't inspired a lotta trust in me.
[I'm used to cops trying to fuck my life over.
If Kim tries to chase that thought for even a second, he'll get snippets of Venkman's perspective from back home- humiliation and fear and pure, boiling rage when Lieutenant Frump trespassed at the firehouse, accusing him of crimes he hadn't committed- This is a nightmare. I'm living in a nightmare. What's stopping him from breaking in again?- prickling of unease and hatred on various occasions the Ghostbusters found themselves tossed in prison- They're gonna shut the containment unit off again, and then we're all fucked. Why do they always forget Gozer once they've got a chance to take us down a peg?- and at the core of it all, the absolutely faintest wisps of memories- Dad says we're moving again. He won't tell me why, but I know. Police cars have been parked across the street a whole lot lately. They're watching us.
Venkman furrows his brow at the thoughts he's picking up from Kim's end- they feel strange, like they didn't come from him, but they're just vague enough for now that he doesn't question them. Yet. He does, however, finally look down and notice just where his silver string leads.]
... Oh, you're kidding me. [So I was right about what silver means.] ... You think I'd tie myself to you? Intentionally?
[He doesn't answer the question of how he's feeling directly, but his thoughts of a few days prior betray him- How long should withdrawal symptoms last? It was only one dose, so it shouldn't be that bad, right? Comparatively, at least.]
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What can I say? NYPD hasn't inspired a lotta trust in me.
[I'm used to cops trying to fuck my life over.
If Kim tries to chase that thought for even a second, he'll get snippets of Venkman's perspective from back home- humiliation and fear and pure, boiling rage when Lieutenant Frump trespassed at the firehouse, accusing him of crimes he hadn't committed- This is a nightmare. I'm living in a nightmare. What's stopping him from breaking in again?- prickling of unease and hatred on various occasions the Ghostbusters found themselves tossed in prison- They're gonna shut the containment unit off again, and then we're all fucked. Why do they always forget Gozer once they've got a chance to take us down a peg?- and at the core of it all, the absolutely faintest wisps of memories- Dad says we're moving again. He won't tell me why, but I know. Police cars have been parked across the street a whole lot lately. They're watching us.
Venkman furrows his brow at the thoughts he's picking up from Kim's end- they feel strange, like they didn't come from him, but they're just vague enough for now that he doesn't question them. Yet. He does, however, finally look down and notice just where his silver string leads.]
... Oh, you're kidding me. [So I was right about what silver means.] ... You think I'd tie myself to you? Intentionally?
[He doesn't answer the question of how he's feeling directly, but his thoughts of a few days prior betray him- How long should withdrawal symptoms last? It was only one dose, so it shouldn't be that bad, right? Comparatively, at least.]