[ota][sws-style]

[messire_messer]

This time will work out perfectly.

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[fiddlerjohnny]

Hope your hands don't get sweaty.

[Or you know, the ink will smudge.]

[messire_messer]

[He holds up his hand for Johnny's inspection. The scribble isn't writing but a drawing of a pair of parallel lines with circles between at intervals.]

Don't worry, I think I'll get the gist even so.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Guess its better than getting paper wet.

You know, if you did. Because then it'd melt.

[messire_messer]

...and why would it melt? I'm not about to dive in again very soon.

[fiddlerjohnny]

So you dove? Huh.

[messire_messer]

Inadvertantly, but the word suits.

[That is, it's a more ego-boosting word than 'fell'.]

[fiddlerjohnny]

Gotch.

[He's not laughing. But he might be smirking a little.]

Happens to the best of us.

[messire_messer]

[He cocks an eyebrow at Johnny.] And the ones in between, I suppose, muddle along with neither success nor failure?

[fiddlerjohnny]

Sounds like it, doesn't it?

[messire_messer]

Maybe those who do their best with nothing to show for it think differently.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Not following you.

[messire_messer]

You know. There's always someone putting in oodles of work and having only enough talent to be mediocre rather than a failure.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Better that they figure out eventually, I guess.