On finally getting a name.

[estrapade]

It took you long enough. And a journal, too.

Now you're too stretched, though. I don't suppose I can go have fun somewhere?

You know, "fun." I call it torture, you call it fun. I've probably been through worse.

No? Well, we'll see. I'm not going anywhere.

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[estrapade]

...that's an interesting coincidence. Slightly awkward.

Irenmund is the controlling, petty father I never had.

[trapsfortroubadours]

I generally prefer to ignore him.

That bad?

[estrapade]

Terrible. Getting stuck somewhere else is much better.

He acts like he's the gods' gift to men and women, too.

I'd say you lucked out.

[trapsfortroubadours]

You've not had the unfortunate happenstance of time with Damon Salvatore.

[That one is a mild joke. But no, really, Damon is super annoying.]

[estrapade]

[She would agree if she knew Damon. She grins, though.]

Is he a wannabe ladykiller, too?

[trapsfortroubadours]

He believes he is.

[estrapade]

Maybe we should lock them in a room together.

It explodes from the hot air. We both get a break.

[trapsfortroubadours]

[Just a trace of a smile.]

I dare not hope for it.

[estrapade]

Just something to ease frustrating moments.

[Hey, she'll take what she can get.]

[trapsfortroubadours]

Of which there are many.

[estrapade]

Mm.

"May you live in interesting times" and such.