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[hollowfanged]

This shit again? I thought we'd learned our lesson the last time. Your damned stubbornness is astounding, you know that?

I'm busy. I don't have time to prance around 'playing house' with whatever pathetic reject you con into signing on. I'd recommend you get that notion right out of your head, lady.

Quit pestering me. I have work to do. So just...fuck off. I'll even say 'please'. Once.

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[livelygolem]

Okay, so! [Cracks fingers, adjusts glasses.] Judging strictly on one: the sour attitude, and two: the sweet handle, I'm betting dollars to donuts that you're vampire.

Am I right? I'm right, let's just get it out there. Unless I'm wrong! I mean, let's still get it out, but. I mean. Well?

[hollowfanged]

No, it's the fangs and the willingness to dismember irritating cretins that label a vampire.

[livelygolem]

Hey, hey, hey! "Cretin" seems a little extreme, settle down! I'm just trying--oh but shit, that means I'm right? Right? Yesss. [One fist pump. Just one!] Look, I'm not saying, I'm just saying. Trying to start--y'know, conversation. I mean you're here, I'm here...

[hollowfanged]

I didn't say you were right, now did I. And if this inane babble is your version of "conversation", I suggest you take it elsewhere.

[livelygolem]

And leave you all alone? Come on, man, no one's that cold. Except you maybe. Heh.

Look, let's back up. I'll unane it. Damp it down. Look. Hi! Hanna Cross.