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Sooo, about last night

Let us never speak of this again, shall we?

You broke your ankles running away from a hot chick who wanted you? What'd you do, jump off the roof?

(I'm sure you have totally valid reasons for jumping off a roof and landing really badly to escape said hot chick and I respect them...but you understand my giant "wait, what?" right?)

What can I say, my heart is a deep ocean of secrets. Much like that of the dozey old bint from Titantic.

Oh, so Laurie gave your heart a hard on? Right, got it. Hearts can be finicky. I totally get the broken ankles now.

Kevin!

ANGEL!

(What?)

That was - actually, I don't know but it felt like an appropriate response to your comment.

I could get less vague about comments and you can yell my name at me more if you want.

After whatever happened last night, do you really need more of that?

Angel!

(You deserved it for that. I am a proper, polite gentleman, thank you very much)

Personally, I am more amused that Angel is under the impression I have any shame to invoke.

Angel's a girl. Girls have shame about stuff guys don't in general.

Maybe I'm hoping you'll discover it, years after you abandoned it out in the cold?

Have you met my half-sister? The St. Croix gene is genetically deficient in Shame.

I beg your pardon?

. . . you mean you've discovered it?

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*gigglefits hysterically*

Just so you know, I am totally refraining from commenting here out of a sense of propriety.

I meant to imply that, contrary to my reputation amongst the townies as suspected epicentre of numerous venereal diseases (lies and slander, incidentally, these days I have taken to carrying the test results in my pocket), there are certain circumstances under which even I will turn down a casual if tempting encounter.

However, since such circumstances occur about as frequently as a full lunar eclipse or the red tide, my experience in dealing with them is occasionally lacking.

Ah. See, that I get. I don't relate since I'm practically an expert at turning people down, but I can get that. Just, y'know, for the record? Jumping off the roof or whatever you did that ended up in broken ankles? That was a bad plan. Bad. Plan.

Yes. I too have reached this same conclusion.

You talk too much >.>

Yes, so I have been told. And not incorrectly.

Incidentally, check outside your door in approximately . . . twenty minutes. I need to fetch something.

It's not that I mind, but...you talk a lot.

So I ignore the footsteps and wait for you to run away first? Ooookay.

Yes. It is both blessing and curse, primarily for those in immediate earshot.

And yes, if you would be so kind. It would spoil the effect, you see.

You can kill people out of boredom!

I'll pretend I can't hear you being shifty from a mile away, then.

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