sort-of voice-test for a sort-of oc.

[scryinghope]

Please don't.

Yes, I know that won't stop you. I don't even need to be in your head to know that. I also happen to know that a little bit of pleading will at least make you feel guilty while you put me through all the things you're planning.

You see? It worked. At least now I can suffer with the petty vindictiveness of knowing that a fictional character made you feel bad. I'm like that on occasion.

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[skeletonenigma]

You're deigning to talk to me again? Excellent.

[impudentsongbird]

I decided there were better ways of curing you of your emotional vampirism.

[skeletonenigma]

Good. I'd hate to be robbed of your conversational eloquence.

[impudentsongbird]

I didn't have any conversation planned in the curing, actually.

[skeletonenigma]

What did you have planned?

[impudentsongbird]

[Skulduggery gets just a moment to see the sudden mischievous grin. And then he gets glomped by an angel.]

[skeletonenigma]

[Well, it's better than what he thought Gabe meant.]

And how is this supposed to convince me of anything other than you being freakishly happy?

[impudentsongbird]

[He knows exactly what Skul thought he meant.]

Well, I'm giving you some happiness. You can't be an emo-pire if you're happy. Is it working yet?

[skeletonenigma]

I'll... let you know.

[impudentsongbird]

[A beat.]

Is it working now?

[skeletonenigma]

I take it back. You're impatiently righteous. I said I'd let you know.

[impudentsongbird]

You're going to make me try harder, aren't you? Alright.

[Kitty-Gabe is on your shoulder, purring and rubbing against your face.]

[skeletonenigma]

[Oh, alright, fine. Kitty-Gabe is getting pettings.]

[impudentsongbird]

[Pettings are nice, but are you happy, Skulduggery? Have a soft paw exasperatedly but affectionately batting your cheek-bone.]

[skeletonenigma]

[Can anyone resist the power of exasperated but affectionate kitty paws?]

[trickntreats]

[No one. Ever. Except maybe one person.]

Oh, kill me now.

[skeletonenigma]

If you insist. Maul, Gabe, maul.

[trickntreats]

[Gabe lifts his head and hisses, ears flattened, but Gabe raises his hands.]

Woah, woah, woah! Getting mauled by myself? Man, the least you can do is shoot me first.

[skeletonenigma]

You are aware that a revolver is my weapon of choice, right?

[trickntreats]

Uh, yeah. I'm just kinda wondering, if you shoot me, does that mean you're shooting your boyfriend?

[Who is now sulking against Skulduggery's shoulder.]

[skeletonenigma]

I think I have Gabe's full agreement on the theory that the pair of you are easily different enough to constitute completely different people.

[trickntreats]

Oh, please. I'm way cooler than he is. I've got more wings, for one.

[skeletonenigma]

Compensating for something?

[trickntreats]

You know what? I think I like you. I've got good taste.

[skeletonenigma]

You never answered the question.