accepted at ataraxion! awaiting the game opening on sunday sob

[saidhe]

We cannot both dither about the room in such a fervent manner, and due to seniority (ergo alluding to much practice in the area), I'll have to insist that you take a seat. It's my turn now.

Now, if you're expecting me to laud you on your newest of successes in your recent ventures, I'm afraid this match won't do at all. Really, space? A ship amongst the stars themselves when the technological advances of my age cease at a damned telegraph. That much will be educational, in the least - though I am loathe to admit, I'm most apparently stunted by the inventions of my time - though the hearty chortles at my expense will cease upon pain of ---- pain of something or another.

We'll discuss the other matter at a later date.

Insomuch as you can probably gather, the facts are obvious: I am inarguably intrigued, despite my annoyance. Less obvious therein: I won't put on that suit. You cannot make me.

It itches.

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[beperpetual]

[ they are just two heterosexual dudes, doing heterosexual stuff. like rolling around half naked, and stealing each other's clothes. ]

Steal. [ he stresses each letter, drawing the word out. ] Steal, with no intent to return or take care of, thank you very much.

Ah, yes. Enamored of spending all her time catering to your demands, wiping your chin, seeing to it that you eat occasionally... she must be thrilled at it all.

[saidhe]

[ Isn't... isn't that what heterosexuals do? John, tell me that's what heterosexuals do. ]

Lent! [ His voice goes up half an octave, indignantly. ] Within all fair rules and meanings of the word, if perhaps ridding you of your worse crimes against fashion!

But only occasionally. You see, it's really not all so bad. We're working out a system in the good doctor's absence, making ends meet, as it were.