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[unionjackass]

Miss Mundane--

Seeing as you're unable to grasp how awful you are in every facet of this little hobby, it's time I informed you of that; among other things.

You're so awful that the list of grievances I might otherwise have produced simply isn't worth my time and effort.

Chin up and carry on or--and I do hope this is the option you choose--cut your losses. My patience hangs by a thread. For your sake and--God, for the sake of everybody else--make your decision soon.

Comments

[edle_gestalt]

You're likely being harder on her than need be. Why would you rather she didn't carry on? Don't know about you, but I don't like living in an unhappy headspace.

[unionjackass]

The idea is to cease existing in that unhappy headspace altogether. I've no interest in the philosophical ramifications. [He cares; England shifts, chewing the inside of his mouth. Comforting someone who is female and for all intents and purposes a kind of captor just... doesn't work for him.]

--At least she could turn what energy she's got left into something more constructive.

[sororite]

Vraiment? My mundane believes she's rather talented.

[mayshereign]

My mundane wants me to punch you for being so rude to her friend.



I won't, but she wants me to very much.

[unionjackass]

Talent and functionality don't always run hand in hand.

[unionjackass]

--I'm not being rude. This is entirely necessary!

[Why would you punch your brother, look at him, you love him Rosemary.

(unsure) ]

[sororite]

You should praise her talent then! Encourage, don't simply scold. Ladies can be delicate about these things!

[mayshereign]

She doesn't agree.

[Do you see her punching? She isn't punching.

Yet.]

[unionjackass]

She's not a crystal vase, Marianne. I believe she needs the motivational boost only a proper talking to can provide.

[sororite]

You really are terrible at dealing with women, aren't you...

[unionjackass]

I don't care what she agrees with. She may have good intentions but that's hardly justification for violence.

[unionjackass]

That has nothing to do with this. [A W K W A R D P A U S E]

A-and she told me to tell you, madame, she is not delicate.

[mayshereign]

We're not being violent. She's just imagining being so and relishing it.

[unionjackass]

[mutters something about how that sort of woman would be Rosemary's mun.]

[sororite]

Poor boy, you're really at a loss...

[Sorry, Dessi, Marianne is old school.] Even if she is not, that doesn't mean you should not be gentle! That's what beautiful flowers need. [Yet she would punch anyone who was condescending to her...]

[unionjackass]

[He is so indignant at his mun being flattered and at Marianne being Marianne, he just-- no words.

No words at all. Just attempts at words and slight choking on them.]

You-- not a thing--irrelevant.

[mayshereign]

[PINCHES HIS EAR.] What was that, young man?

[sororite]

Mon dieu, it's worse than I thought! In the presence of a beautiful woman you lose all coherency... Ah, pauvre Angleterre.

[unionjackass]

[ow ow ow--LEANING AWAY, or trying to.] --let go of me at once, Rosemary! I said you have a wonderful mun--whatever they call them-- release my ear immediately!

[unionjackass]

[England folds his arms defensively.]

I'm perfectly coherent!

[And perfectly petulant.]

[mayshereign]

[Lets go.] Naturally. Speak clearly, mumbling isn't polite.

[sororite]

Ah, très adorable... [Pats his cheek.] Of course you are, mon cher.

[unionjackass]

[Very ruffled and irritated and why must you do this to him. But he's such a mama's boy and such a good brother and so whipped and such a gentleman that he doesn't bother retaliating.]

As I was saying-- Somebody had to step up and tell her what's what.

[unionjackass]

[a;sldkjapwiejfalskd]

... Why are you touching me...

Please, I'd rather you didn't.

[sororite]

I could touch you much more intimately than that. [Slides her hand down his chest...]