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...so I need to take lunches like that every day.
If you do Hank or some of the others are bound to figure out what's going on.
Let them figure it out. Then they can just be jealous.
They can be jealous and I can just make sure to never show my face around there again.
What, embarrassed of me?
No but that doesn't mean I want to get caught with my pants down. Literally.
They're not going to catch us. They just have to put up with what I tell them.
So if I show up at the station and Hank has his fingers in his ear I'll know what's going on.
He's more likely to be covering his eyes and ears. Can't help it if I get carried away bragging about you.
Yeah your neurotic, anti social boyfriend what's not to beg about?
All I need to do is mention the words "home cooked lunch" and "amazing sex." If I kept going someone'd probably punch me just to shut me up.
Is that where the black eye came from?
Yeah, I got my black eye because I couldn't shut up about how wonderful my boyfriend is.
And you thought you were hazardous to my health.
You know you're worth a hundred black eyes, honey.
Well let's just hope it doesn't come to that. I like your face uninjured. And the rest of you too.
I knew you were only interested in me because of my good looks.
That and your ability to decapitate anyone you meet.
Again, technically I've never actually decapitated someone. But if you like it, I might have to try harder.
You inherited those ninja moves from your ancestors so you inherited their decapitations too. And those were plenty enough. I don't want to actually have to deal with anyone being scared of you.
At least if you don't have to.
...I inherited their abilities, Monroe, not their past crimes. I thought
Yeah, okay, fair enough. I don't want people scared of me, either. I won't joke about that.
You inherited their legacy. Which for some is about the same as inheriting their past crimes.
I know that. Better than anyone. I wasn't talking about some, I was just talking to you. I guess I forget sometimes, that it bothers you.
Nick, you being a Grimm doesn't bother me. Ever. I'm just making sure you don't forget that everyone won't be as impressed by it as Rosalee, Bud and I are.
It's okay if it does. I get it. And I know that, Monroe. Trust me, I get reminders all the time. I only joke about it with you.
It doesn't bother me. And it never will. If it did I wouldn't want to be around you when you're carrying that crossbow.
Still. I'll watch what I say. I've gotten better at that.
Come on man you don't need to do that. Say whatever you want man. I say stupid shit sometimes, I'm not as good as you at this sort of thing.
You're fine, Monroe. It's just, I know I've gotten more into the whole Grimm thing, lately. It really doesn't freak you out, a little?
I'll even forgo the sarcasm for this one, so you better appreciate it. You and your Grimmness don't bother me in any amount. Not even the smallest bit. Alright?
I don't know, there might be some sarcasm in there. I can't really tell via Post-it, you know.
Thanks. You're the only one.
It's hard to get rid of it completely, but the sentiment is completely sarcasm free.
Any time man. I'm gonna try not to do anything to mess this up.
-scribbles-
I appreciate you making the effort to turn off your sarcasm for me.
You're not going to be the one to mess this up, Monroe.
We looks like we're stuck together since you couldn't mess this up if you tried. Which, you know, I hope you don't ever want to.
The last thing I'd ever want to do is mess this up.
-scribbles-
You can't.