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noreasonneeded) wrote2024-12-23 06:23 am
noreasonneeded) wrote2024-12-23 06:23 am
IC/Overflow Post Part III
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You would count for those qualifications.
[He doesn't think him sending Rollins a 'save the date' card about the new club's opening while he's in jail probably counts in Kate's estimation.]
No. He's dead. It's not like he'd be aware of it.
I'm sure you're very proud of that one.
[He doesn't think him sending Rollins a 'save the date' card about the new club's opening while he's in jail probably counts in Kate's estimation.]
No. He's dead. It's not like he'd be aware of it.
I'm sure you're very proud of that one.
You really want to call me Master?
What do you do for your father's birthday?
It won't be extra awesome, then.
What do you do for your father's birthday?
It won't be extra awesome, then.
As long as I don't have to call anyone Master. I'm not really big on following orders.
If it makes you feel better, then it's good you do it.
No.
If it makes you feel better, then it's good you do it.
No.
That sounds like you work for me. Actually, not even the people who do work for me call me sir.
Perhaps you can show me the games one day. The meal part sounds like it's best kept between you and your mother.
No.
Perhaps you can show me the games one day. The meal part sounds like it's best kept between you and your mother.
No.
I know when I'm doing excellent. I don't need someone else saying it.
That's where you both eat?
Ice in my veins. And caffeine.
That's where you both eat?
Ice in my veins. And caffeine.
I refuse to believe anyone actually likes that.
So one might say that the true heart and soul of your parents relationship was coffee.
Anything is possible. We'll have to see when we try it.
So one might say that the true heart and soul of your parents relationship was coffee.
Anything is possible. We'll have to see when we try it.
... no that I get if it's popped behind Jesper.
It's a cute story about your parents, Kate.
I do appreciate science. Even if I never studied it as much as I wanted. Math and economics seemed more practical.
It's a cute story about your parents, Kate.
I do appreciate science. Even if I never studied it as much as I wanted. Math and economics seemed more practical.
We'll be prudent about it, then. Since the company is what matters most.
True enough. Some do exist on mostly impulse. Without pointing them in a direction, random chaos would be the result.
Just put it somewhere high enough for her to knock over.
Yeah, it's a good spot to busk. Brings more people over for the both of us.
Could've used you on those tours, then. Directing chaos seems to be one of your many skills.
Of course. Because drum noises on their own isn't enough, it's gotta have the full clatter and crash.
Perhaps a part of her just enjoys the chaos.
I think that's definitely true. Chaos and tuna.
[No, he doesn't laugh any longer. Only performatively, to mock someone he feels needs it. There aren't any belly laughs he can't control, where tears pour out and panting results. He's too tightly coiled now, or perhaps when he rebuilt himself using makeshift parts, that bit of scrap just hadn't made the cut. He's wondered sometimes when seeing his friends laugh in passing whether he's still capable of it at all. Ultimately he always lands on it not being a priority either way.
He sips his drink, tasting the bitter fire that burns down and ends with a sweet aftertaste. He never drinks enough to get properly drunk any longer. The most he allows himself is a slight tipsiness, a faint softening at the edges that doesn't blur his vision beyond functionality. He doesn't like not being in control.]
Sometimes there's a lot to carry. It's an easier weight to bear if you refuse to consider the alternative, though. People give themselves an out so they can take it. I don't know if gods and cosmic beings are any different.
He sips his drink, tasting the bitter fire that burns down and ends with a sweet aftertaste. He never drinks enough to get properly drunk any longer. The most he allows himself is a slight tipsiness, a faint softening at the edges that doesn't blur his vision beyond functionality. He doesn't like not being in control.]
Sometimes there's a lot to carry. It's an easier weight to bear if you refuse to consider the alternative, though. People give themselves an out so they can take it. I don't know if gods and cosmic beings are any different.
I can always count on you to be prudent, darling.
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