Voicetesting. Mun is easily enabled.

[lowkeyangel]

So, how many kinds of cat crazy do we think this is? Nine? Ten? Twenty?

[He pops a lollipop into his mouth, shrugs easily.]

Eh, I'm game. Maybe I can flutter my eyelashes at myself. Or tell Gandalf to ride the eagles to Mordor. Or have a staring contest with ceiling cat.

What? Don't act so scandalized. I'm a dish, kiddo.

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[servingmichael]

You needn't tell me, I'm the creative one, remember?

[Creative with a cruel streak.]

There is likely some of that around. I tend not to drop in here unless I spot one of my brothers.

[Death and the occasion reaper or prophet being the exceptions.]

[lowkeyangel]

[Bro. Bro. No.]

'Course, I could always make my own fun.

[servingmichael]

[Why does he always get that reaction?]

So long as it's not at my expense, I may even help.

[lowkeyangel]

[Blink.]

Might be edging into that crazy territory we were talking about before.

But who needs sanity?

[He grins cagily.]

You carry the glitter, I'll take care of the flour.

[servingmichael]

[What's a little psychotic break between brothers?]

I can go back to judging everyone if it would make you more comfortable.

[Deadpan.]

I'd rather not have glitter.

[He's getting enough of that, thank you.]

[lowkeyangel]

[You're lucky you didn't say that out loud, Raph.]

It's just glitter. Stripper faerie dust. Harmless.

[servingmichael]

[And he won't ever. Because that would be admitting things.]

I'm shedding it in a game.

[lowkeyangel]

[There go the eyebrows.]

...shedding it?

[servingmichael]

There is an event in the game I am in. It's a side effect.

[lowkeyangel]

So, I should refine my statement to your faerie dust.

Hope that doesn't happen too often. It's hard to get out of... certain places.

[servingmichael]

It's not faerie dust.

[It's cupid dust.]

And it will last about a week.

[lowkeyangel]

[He whistles.]

Your mun must like you a whole lot.

[servingmichael]

He says I'm one of his favorites.

[lowkeyangel]

That's how I hear it goes. Like kids pulling pigtails.

[servingmichael]

Better than what he's done to his favorite, at least.

[lowkeyangel]

There you go. At least you're not the high man on the totem pole.

So what's worse than perpetual glitter?

[servingmichael]

Getting sold to Lucifer on a silver platter.

[lowkeyangel]

[Oh.]

Cheerful little place.

[servingmichael]

Disturbingly our dear brother because very fond of him.

[His mun is a piece of work.]

He's done worse to me than glitter, but I doubt he'll repeat that one.

[lowkeyangel]

Wouldn't want to get predictable.

[servingmichael]

I believe he actually feels guilty over it.

[lowkeyangel]

[Now there's a novel concept.]

Whatever keeps him from doing it, right?

[servingmichael]

I'll settle for it.

[lowkeyangel]

Hopefully I'll be able to get myself out of this game trap. Doesn't sound like much fun. Gotta remember to stock an Admiral Ackbar.

[servingmichael]

A what?