on happiness. mostly.

[hexappeal]

So. I'm digging my own grave. The more I try to climb out of this hole, the deeper I fall into it. I really can't handle another emotionally handicapped idiot for a significant other and let's face it, puppeteer of mine! James? Pretty much the very definition of that. I'm not always the most mature person, but it took magic to make him honest.

Twice.

Let me remind you that both times I had to initiate the conversations. I know that a place where I don't belong and can't even remember when I'm not there isn't ideal to start a relationship, but it's been nearly two years and I'm about to hit the big four-oh. I have to start thinking about my happiness, since you're obviously taking your sweet time with it.

Speaking of my happiness, you could probably stand to try a little harder to find a medium-sized game that allows AUs. Lazily posting to that one place at the last minute isn't exactly putting an effort forth, lazy bones.

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[hexappeal]

[It's unavoidable.] Of course he did. He always starts it.

I'm disappointed.

[Clawing her face without... the claw part... so I guess just putting pressure on her fingertips while running her hands down her face... whatever...] I hate everything.

[hypersonic]

[:|] Of course. You've never instigated anything.

That's the thing about enigmas. They never live up to the hype.

[I think they call that a 'facepalm'.] He's an upstanding young man. I could get his digits for you. [c:]

[hexappeal]

[c:] Never, ever.

I suppose so. I guess I should have never asked.

[No, never.] I think I'll stick with James.

[hypersonic]

Your call. Just keep in mind what I said about Bond movies.

[hexappeal]

I've known him for two years, it's on my mind. Promise.

[hypersonic]

Cool. Cool cool cool.

So, what else is new? Kind of been out of the loop for a while.

[hexappeal]

I adopted a twelve year old who is Emperor of the country he comes from.

[hypersonic]

[Ask a stupid question...] You have certification for that or are you just taking him on his word?

[hexappeal]

He has a gigantic crown.

[hypersonic]

[Ask another stupid question...] Of course he does.

[hexappeal]

He's a nice kid, though. He asked me and he's just so... well, he's kind of sickeningly precious, to be honest with you? I couldn't say "no," to that.

[hypersonic]

I'm sure you can handle it.

[hexappeal]

He's been living on his own for the past several months. I don't think he needs too much supervision.

Things have been looking up, lately. It would be nice if more people I knew were around, but I won't complain. [Too much.]

[hypersonic]

Too much. We'd rather have you back at the proverbial ranch, what with all this peril we've been having lately.

[hexappeal]

I think I'll stick to the City. You know, where I don't have some bad tattoos and no fashion sense. [Because she doesn't have that now, amirite?]

[hypersonic]

That must be awful for you. I've only spent the last six months getting beaten up by my closest friends.

[hexappeal]

You just can't catch a break, huh?

[hypersonic]

I think only one of them sincerely hates me now, so that's not an awful ratio. [No, never. :c]

[hexappeal]

You look good, at least? A small consolation, but it's better than, you know. [Unfinished thought because everything is balls. Optimism sucks.]

[hypersonic]

[It's okay, he'll deal.] I'm flattered, but you haven't seen my bad tattoos yet.

[hexappeal]

Is it tribal?

[hypersonic]

Henna.

[hexappeal]

You're so classy, Barry.

[hypersonic]

It makes me feel dressier.

[hexappeal]

It must be on your lower-back, then. I can't think of anything fancier than that.