(there is no reason. ever.)

[checkmystache]

Every time I think I've slipped your grasp, you show a fresh start of interest. Do you think I appreciate being your plaything? Is it not enough to be at the mercy of some unfathomable and utterly impossible universe? You don't have a clue what it is you're doing, anyway, and you certainly aren't doing me any favors.

So I will request that you piss off.

Now.

...

God above. You are incorrigible.

If you insist on throwing me to the wolves again, I ask that you at least give me access to a bottle.


((au details here if you want 'em, but they aren't necessarily necessary.))