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[intheinterestof]

Really, Miss...Mun? Really?

I've tolerated the change of location. I've tolerated your insistent demand that we rehash my embarrassing school days. I even tolerated you changing my gender because you get some sick, mad kick out of it, but all of this talk about joining games? The line needs to be drawn.

Regardless of the fact that I have no interest in being part of any of these ridiculous settings you keep coming across--and don't even get me started on the class of people that flock to them, I can't really be expected to socialize with anyone of...that sad caliber-- you've already said enough that you don't have the time to keep up with them.

...And don't you dare say that you're only looking into them because you want me to have more friends because we both know that's a pile of dragonshit.

How about you do us both a favor and give up this foolish little whim of yours? If you really want something else to do with me, you could always get off your arse and focus on those unfinished stories you keep dragging your feet over.

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[imperioartist]

You'd die of loneliness if the boredom didn't get you first; you'd never kill me.

[intheinterestof]

We'll see how irritating you get.

[imperioartist]

I'm so sorry my being the bigger man hurts you so much, I truly am. It wounds my spleen.

[intheinterestof]

The only think big about you is your inflated head.






...And don't be filthy, I meant the one on your shoulders.

[imperioartist]

We both know that's not true, irrespective of which interpretation you prefer.

[This is Marcus drawing himself up to his full height and being Taller. And yet clearly not being the bigger man, since this is a new low.]

[intheinterestof]

[This is Adrien seeing Marcus be a twat and not being at all appreciative.]

[imperioartist]

[He knows he's so going to pay for that later. But he went years and years without making any cracks about that in case Adrien was sensitive about it...! Surely that has to count for something? No? Right, fine: demi-apology is go.]



...That bigger man stuff usually only lasts about five minutes with me, obviously.

[intheinterestof]

How lucky for me.

[imperioartist]

[Don't look so sad, Adrien, you're killing him.]




...I.

Sorry?

[intheinterestof]

You're such a git.

[imperioartist]

Only sometimes?

[intheinterestof]

Which is thankful, or I might have actually killed you a long time ago.

[imperioartist]

We both know you wouldn't. Though you might curse me with something horrible.

ugh, I feel like a corpse

[intheinterestof]

Ah, yes. Much more likely. I do still remember that castration curse, after all...

You poor child. <3

[imperioartist]

Oh, please. You'd be more likely to kill me, since I wouldn't be any use to you the other way anyway.

<3 Bed time for me, I think. I'll talk to you soon, bb.

[intheinterestof]

Yes, but the other way means I can watch you suffer.

Sleep good, bb. x

[imperioartist]

You'd suffer nearly as much-- maybe even more so, in the long term.

[intheinterestof]

Would I?

[imperioartist]

Yes.

[intheinterestof]

What makes you so sure, hm?

[imperioartist]

Years of experience.

[intheinterestof]

...Yes, well.

Maybe.

[imperioartist]

[Juuuuust this face, Avery.]

[intheinterestof]

Shut up, Marcus.

[imperioartist]

I can't imagine what you mean, I never said a word.