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re: luceti shenanigans

You. Keyboard-lady. Let's talk about Anya and how you foolishly made me explain to her just how dead she is. She wigged. Of course she wigged. I would have wigged. It's a wig-inducing kind of thing. Anya'd be well within her rights to never speak to me again after an info-bomb of that calibre.

Thanks to you, I've gone and alienated my one someone else from home. You should have just let me lie. I'm a big girl -- my conscience could have handled it.

Maybe. Probably. Shut up.

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Yes, that was stupid. I am not speaking to you.

Sooooo...what's this? If not, y'know, speaking. To me.

It's me clearly telling you that I am not speaking to you. Just so you know.

...Speaking to me to tell me that you're not speaking to me. Kinda defeats the purpose, yeah?

It's better if these details are stated clearly. Just in case you try to talk to me somewhere else.

...Trust me, I find the urge to do so rapidly decreasing.

-- Good. Then just keep doing that. And stop talking.

...You aren't the boss of me.

[ yep. we're trying pettiness on for size. ]

I tried that once. You weren't a good worker then either.

....Hey, now. Time loops? Totally count as mitigating circumstances.

But if you did it right the first time, none of that would have happened.

...Judgemental much?

Hey, just stating just the facts.

The twisted, Anya-version of the facts!

I'm not the one with twisted facts here.

Hey. My facts might as well be ironed, they're so untwisted.

Then maybe you should examine your ironing board.

...The ironing board is metaphorical.

Fine. Examine your metaphorical ironing board. Happy now?

...Not really.

Good. You weren't supposed to be anyway.

Who's got wigs now again?

Not me. This level of follicle flawlessness is all natural.

[ EVADE EVADE. ]

Not as naturale as mine, woman.

Yours? [ she plucks at a bead. ] Definite cosmetic enhancements.

[Oh but this is a dangerous, dangerous topic.]

Why did she make you do it?

Who knows.

Poetic license?

...dead people? Better not told they're dead. Especially if they aren't, yet.

Well, unless they asked. Repeatedly.

It becomes exponentially more complicated when said someone is from the very cuspy moment of their death.

--wait, are we looking at the full or empty side of cuspy?

Seconds. Minutes, maybe.

And you told her why, again?

There was a whole...possession deal. Petty words might have been exchanged. Egos a little bruised. I'm not saying I don't regret it...

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