in which enfys expresses skepticism.

[dieneidio]

You again, is it? 'Cos I seem to recall - stop me if I'm going too fast for you, sweetpea - but I seem to recall the last time you were sniffing around, you didn't just drop that ball so much as proper fumble it. I got my nice jacket with the elbow patches out and nobody even got knifed, how's that for useless?

Right, well. If you insist. Saddle up and all that.

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[caballero]

About time.

[dieneidio]

You can't half live without me, you.

[caballero]

I'm perfectly fine.

And you're late.

[dieneidio]

Well, maybe if someone had left a bloody note--

[caballero]

Excuses.

[dieneidio]

I don't know you've gone anywhere if no going actually gets done, sassypants.

[caballero]

You are not all-knowing.

[dieneidio]

Took you that long, did it?

[caballero]

Enfys.

[comewither]

Fashionably late.

[caballero]

You don't even remember me.

[comewither]

Ah, so my snarky comments are invalid?

[caballero]

Yes.

[comewither]

Party pooper.

[dieneidio]

Babe.

[comewither]

I'm right, aren't I? Tell him I'm right.

[dieneidio]

You are so right.

[comewither]

Shame he'll never listen.

[dieneidio]

That's his face all over.

[molotovmartinis]

I approve.

[dieneidio]

Your sartorial choices leave me troubled as to your judgement, sir!

[molotovmartinis]

I would never wear you, Ms. Llewelyn.

Well. Perhaps "never" is a very limiting qualifier.

[dieneidio]

Well, I don't know if you'd be up to that.

[ ... ]

[molotovmartinis]

It's certainly not that appealing. I'm already wearing a fleshsuit, and I believe I'm somewhat broader in the shoulders than your skin could accommodate.

[dieneidio]

Right, so, what you approve of is getting nutted.