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[hawthorned]

I thought you'd forgotten all about me, in favor of the other [A derisive noise.] fascinating people you keep the company of. It's an honor that the impression I've left on you is so profound.

If you aren't already aware of this fact, the only interest I have in being revived is to finish the job I've started. If you can arrange for that to happen, I'll happily go along with your ridiculous plan to find me a 'home.' Try not to mess that up, won't you? Incompetence is very tiring.

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[phobo_thehobo]

[singing] Hey there Delilah, what's it like there in your dreamworld? [laughs]

I don't think you've any right to speak on incompetence, hm?

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[hawthorned]

[Nnrk! Not exactly who she was hoping to run into.]

[hawthorned]

[What she would not give to wipe that ridiculous smile off his face. How dare he laugh at her!]

Is that right, Feenie? [Attempting a seamless return to composure. She says the pet name with such faked sweetness it'll cause cavities.]

[phobo_thehobo]

[It'd be a lie to say that it didn't bring him some small amount of pleasure.]

[He chuckles again] If I have to spell it out for you, that makes you both incompetent and stupid, doesn't it?

[hawthorned]

[Bastard. Hateful bastard.]

How can you say such terrible things to me? [She debates the crocodile tears here, but the effort isn't worth it. However little she thinks of Phoenix's intellect, she's doubtful any act she tries will work.]

I was hoping to have a civil conversation, you know. We obviously have a few things to catch up on.... You seem so much older than I remember.

[phobo_thehobo]

[He's flattered that she thinks so kindly of him!]

It's as easy as opening my mouth and letting the words tumble out. No need to really restrain myself these days, you know. Not that you'd know anything about restraint.

Am I? Hm. You're still exactly like I remember - but that's a bad thing, you realize. [laughs]

[hawthorned]

Yes, it's plain to see that you've let yourself go, Feenie. Pity, that.

[Barbed comments are go. She'll deliver them all with her trademark winning smiles, too! See, unlike some people who choose to laugh like hyenas, Dahlia is capable of subtlety and restraint. Sometimes.]

How is your memory serving you, anyway? I hear that's the first thing to go with age....

edited for forgetfulness. Hey, mun is rusty.

[phobo_thehobo]

Really? [laughs again] I don't think you have any authority on casting that kind of judgment, little girl.

[taps his head] Clear as a sunny day. Maybe. How's jail? Oh, right - I'm thinking someone else. Maybe not as clear, then, but you're certainly still as manipulative as ever.

no worries! I'm pretty rusty as well.

[hawthorned]

[Her face contorts with a flash of anger. Only Dahlia is allowed to be patronizing, thanks.]

Manipulative is such an ugly word.... You shouldn't confuse manipulative with resourcefulness, old man.

[She isn't touching the whole 'being dead' thing. Nope. That's definitely not a sore spot or anything.]

Let's be rusty together! (Srs, tho: You've got a great voice for her)

[phobo_thehobo]

[He caught that, and chuckles to himself. He really is no good at taking this conversation seriously, is he?]

The truth is often pretty ugly, isn't it? Then again, so's a corpse.

[breathes deeply] Ah, air.

Rusty party! (Thank you! I'm adoring your Phoenix as well!)

[hawthorned]

Wh-what?

[She feels as though she's been slapped. If only looks could kill...or if her eyes could shoot lasers to incinerate Phoenix where he stands. Of course he would bring that up so brazenly, being the tactless, good for nothing idiot he is. To this day, Dahlia doesn't understand what her dear, pathetic sister saw in him.]

Don't be dense, Feenie. If you couldn't tell, I'm right here. Flesh and bone. Corporeal. As long as this idiot mundane of mine keeps me around, I'll always have another chance. The past doesn't mean anything.

I feel like I should make a trombone joke. (Ah, jeez, thank you :)

[phobo_thehobo]

I wonder? Maybe, maybe not.

[He moves forward, walking towards her, and only stops when he's uncomfortably close. With a grin, he leans down to whisper in her ear]

At least for now. [chuckles]

1/2 haha, trombone jokes are the best kind of jokes?

[hawthorned]

[Dahlia wasn't expecting this particular approach. it takes a considerable amount of willpower to remain in place, pretending to be completely unperturbed by the intrusion into her personal space when she wants to viciously bat him away with the parasol in her hands.]

..You!

[hawthorned]

[Taking a deep breath to collect herself because damn it, she isn't going to let Phoenix rattle her like this. If only her blood would stop boiling.]

You always were terrible at sweet nothings.

Quite possibly. At least in this context.

[phobo_thehobo]

You liked it. [CHEEK SMOOCH~]

Goodbye, my darling! Always and forever, etc. [walks away, whistling]

[hawthorned]

[She opens her mouth, a mix of incredulous and furious, but no words come out. At least not immediately. The kiss burns her cheek like a hot brand. It's when he starts leaving that Dahlia regains the presence of mind to spit poison at him.]

Y-you — How dare ?! You think you're so clever, Just wait, I'll take everything away from you! They'll all meet the same end as that Mia Fey and all you'll be able to do is watch helplessly like the useless idiot you are! I'll make you suffer like you've never suffered before!