dear_mun | (no subject)

No, you know what? No. This doesn't get to happen right now, and let me tell you why. I have a whole laundry list, we could be here for hours. But I'm guessing your attention span is like mine, so I'll give you the "I cheated off of Lily Evans' notes" version.

One: You don't get to ask me to come out when you're also playing that DICK. Fine, so back home I wouldn't know who in the hell he was. But having to share space with him? Not happening. It just isn't.

Two: Still, you're playing that bastard. And considering what said bastard has done to ~~Reggie~~ ~~my family~~ everyone I know? You do realize what you're asking is akin to betrayal, or torture, or...something equally horrible?

Three: Do you even have the time for me? Let me tell you, I've both been there, and done that. And I don't have to put up with you for sixteen years by proxy, mate. I'll tell you what I told Prongs years ago: get your shit sorted, and then we'll talk. Worked out well enough for him, why can't it for you?

It just isn't happening. Let it go.

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But do they like you back even half as much as I do? [No, he really isn't considering the deeper implication to that statement, though it if came right down to it, he wouldn't necessarily reject it either. He's just not very good at having to consider the implications of things (especially right now) unless it's an intentional innuendo.]

Edited (ugh html how do i) 2012-07-05 16:09 (UTC)

Don't be daft. [ He said, rolling his eyes. Even he had to see the absurdity of that statement.] Nothing can like me like you and the others do. [ Because, come on, he's a werewolf. His friends were the only people he'd found that accepted all of him. Even his worse parts.] But that's not the point. I like them. So they can't suffer.

[ Pause.]

The potions storeroom? Really?

Edited 2012-07-05 20:52 (UTC)

What? You know things in there work wonders for the libdo, Moons, you should try it sometime.

My libido is fine without needing to add anything to it. I just don't flaunt my conquests like you do. [ He said with a small poke of his his tongue. When really, he had no "conquests?"]