homeless, voice testing

[bloodtears]

Mun -

A little late to the game, aren't we? Not that I don't appreciate the opportunity, but I hope this isn't going to be a waste of my time.

I would, perhaps, enjoy another confrontation with Monsieur Bond. He and I have a bit of unfinished business, as I was so rudely interrupted.

I suppose he'd enjoy taunting me about my untimely demise - he is so predictable - but then I would have to remind him that despite his best effort, his lover scarcely outlived me. And that would be rude, wouldn't it?

Let's not let it come to that.

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[vexings]

[ With all the wry tones inexperience can muster, say it with me: ]

It had no seat. For such big plans as were present at the time, no one could have found an actual chair?

[bloodtears]

You've got a bit of an attitude, don't you?

[vexings]

Certain places cultivates certain breeds, one could say. You might even agree.

[bloodtears]

I suppose.

But you're awfully young. Don't get smug.

[vexings]

Does it always come down to age with you people? Everyone's been young once.

[bloodtears]

You've had the age conversation before, then? Oh, I hope I didn't touch a nerve.

[vexings]

It gets tedious. You'd think given the age disparity there would be enough wherewithal to be creative.

It's disappointing.