oops.

[underhound]

This again? I thought you might have learned.

( Giovanni's smile is sharp. )

Of course, I shouldn't have expected so much. Go on, then — you can make yourself look even more foolish than you are.

Comments

[wholetthedogsout]

You do a pretty fucking decent job of that on your own.

[underhound]

Me, foolish? ( Followed by an unspoken oh, Heine. ) I should hardly claim to be so similar to you.

[wholetthedogsout]

Aren't you so clever.

[underhound]

And your replies are, as always, cutting.

How are you, Heine? Staying busy?

[wholetthedogsout]

Busy enough. Since you blew everything up. You even wrecked one of my favorite bars.

[underhound]

You, drinking? You know, Heine, I can't imagine you have many friends to go with.

[wholetthedogsout]

Your imagination always was kind of shit.

[ like your flowers ohhhhh ]

[underhound]

( omg what a sick burn. )

Well, I do need something to go off of to properly imagine you socializing.

[wholetthedogsout]

How do you make friends? I hope you're not only this friendly to me, fucker.

[underhound]

What is it, Heine, do you want pointers?

[wholetthedogsout]

Wouldn't that be fun.

[underhound]

Yes, having more than three acquaintances has been said to improve your quality of life.

well hello

[culver]

[glares forever]

hellooo

[underhound]

( smiles back! )

Anything to say?

how you doin'

[culver]

[rude. this shows on her face. how could you possibly call heine your brother-thing.]

good! how're you

[underhound]

Well, little bird, take good care of him.

[ he is just creepy as hell, ok. ]

wonderful, thank you

[culver]

[even if that is super creepy... she nods anyway. very slowly. because she plans to take care of him.]

awesome

[underhound]

He does need care, most of the time. You would know.

( His smile turns slightly crueler. )

[culver]

[why is he being so mean! all she wants to do is make heine happy, maybe see a smile now and then. but she knows that as long as giovanni is out there, those smiles will be few and far between.]

[underhound]

Don't look at me like that. Even if he did win, do you really think he'd be happy?

[culver]

[she doesn't know how honest she can be about that. she wants him to be happy, of course. but whether or not he will be... so she doesn't do anything. just looks at him.]

[underhound]

Exactly.

( he takes her silence for acquiescence this time. )