Brand spanking new muse, voicetesting so hard

[loveandlanguish]

I must say, dear lady, you've had some messed up character ideas in your day, but this might take the cake. Seriously, I'm considering calling your therapist right now on your behalf, because this is just not healthy.

What, you don't have a therapist? Ah, that'd be your problem there.



Not that I'm trying to change your mind for you or anything, because so far all the ideas you've had about where to send me are brilliant. Lots of people things to do. Mortals to muck about with. A wife to avoid. All my favourite pastimes, really.


All I'm saying is, I'm pretty weird. As far as character ideas go. Not complaining, just putting it out there. Admitting you have a problem is the first step blah blah everything and all that.

Now tell me more about these 'sex games'...



Sincerely,

O. Baron

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[loveandlanguish]

Your complexion is going naturally pink-hued again.

[just_displaced]

That's, um...

[Think of a good excuse! C'mon, you can do this, Ginsberg.]

... unrelated to the topic at hand. I just thought of something really embarrassing.

[loveandlanguish]

Oh yes? If it's completely unrelated, I'm certain you wouldn't mind sharing.

[just_displaced]

It just had to do with beards. You know, sometimes you just sit around thinking about facial hair.

[Yes. Completely unrelated.]

[loveandlanguish]

You do seem rather fixated.


You are certainly welcome to touch it, if that's what you desire.

[just_displaced]

Is that weird? I mean, do people just go around touching each other's beards?

[Yes. He wants to touch your beard. But even he's aware that that might be socially awkward.]

[loveandlanguish]

I've never been a good judge of what's weird or not, but I have no problems with anyone touching any part of my body if it makes them happy.

[just_displaced]

That's very, um... liberal of you.

[Yep. He's touching your beard, man. It probably is weird.]

[loveandlanguish]

Oberon is just going to sit here nicely not saying anything and acting as if this is totally a daily occurrence. Who knows, maybe it is.]

[just_displaced]

Okay.

[Yep. Done touching his beard now. Okay, one more quick stroke, and then he's done.]

I satisfied my weird curiosity. Thanks. I think.

[loveandlanguish]

Was it good for you, too?

[just_displaced]

[Seriously, man, stop trying to get him to turn red. It's working.]

Yeah. Yeah, it's a very impressive beard. Feels very nice.

[loveandlanguish]

[He'll stop it when you stop being cute.]

It was a pleasing experience for me, as well. I may have to put one of my followers on beard scratching from now on.

[just_displaced]

That'd definitely be an interesting job. I'm sure one of the followers you meet in a bar would be more than happy to scratch your beard for you.

[loveandlanguish]

Oh, I'm certain. It's never taken much persuasion.

[just_displaced]

Somehow, I completely believe that.

[A long pause.]

I'm, uh, I'm gonna go. I have to... work.

[Yes. Work. Or just generally escape from the awkwardness he now feels that he's caused.]

[loveandlanguish]

Very well. Well met, young master Ginsberg!

[Nope, you're not escaping this without a bone-crushing hug from a large 6'3" fairy king, deal with it.]

[just_displaced]

[Oh, he loves hugs. He's just going to be hugging back enthusiastically, until they're finally done hugging and he can slink off to the office, thinking about what a weird day he's just had.]