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[worstpire]

No.

No, nope, I am not being dragged into your half-cocked plans -- not this time, not ever. You think I don't know what kind of things you get up to with your scheme-y friends? Don't you think I've suffered enough mental anguish? I'm still dealing with the v-word problem, I don't have time for this!

Okay, okay, I'm sorry for yelling at you, but still, no. Noooooo.

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[livelygolem]

Tsk. Sadistic. They just like a little fun.

Dude.

DUDE. I promise it's fun sometimes.

[worstpire]

Okay -- okay, fine, I'll believe you. Maybe it will be... fun.

[livelygolem]

It will be! Fun like getting a tattoo. Y'know. Lots of pain, but at the end of things: "Oh, shit, what a cool tattoo, wow I'm so cool."

[worstpire]

Oh, no, see, getting a tattoo is not my idea of fun, Hanna.

[livelygolem]

No, not getting a tattoo, having a--y'know what? Can vampires, like, toke up, or...?

[worstpire]

My vampire forcefield bruise says you'd probably know that better than I would. What are you trying to say, exactly?

[livelygolem]

I'm saying you might consider getting yourself a little Old Toby. I bet we know at least one guy who could make that happen.

[worstpire]

I'm fine. I don't even see how that'd work, considering I don't breathe which is still fucking weird.

[livelygolem]

Maybe we can make a little bundle and like...smudge you. Or spike your pouches! Oh shit, we have so many options! Okay, so when do you have an afternoon-slash-evening free?

[worstpire]

Hanna, we are not experimenting with getting me high! In all likelihood I'll just get sick, and I am not doing the vampire vomit two-step again.