canon: lie to me*

[lettherebelightman]

Look here, let me let you in on a bit of a secret.

Children that don't study, yeah? Don't pass their exams.

That's all there is to it.

Now, I'd appreciate it--very much--if you went and left me in my office. You're too busy to keep up with me, love.

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[likeamonster]

My mun's mind is now an incomprehensible mess of keyboard smashing and "flailing". Whatever that might be. I think its another language entirely.

Thanks for that, person-who-looks-like-me.

[lettherebelightman]

Oh, yeah? [ grinning. ] She's got good taste.

And who're you?

[likeamonster]

That or an affinity for a certain face.

Captain Emil Blonsky, and last I checked? I didn't have a twin brother.

[He'll just be over here trying to figure you out, sir.]

[lettherebelightman]

Could be both. Good taste for a certain face.

[ and Cal will just be scrutinizing his own face (sort of). ]

Now, that's true, you don't.

Neither do I.

[likeamonster]

[all the scrutiny is go! they do it so well.]

Of course it's true. I just said it was.

Right, then. So you're, what, me in an alternate life? What is it you do, anyway?