ethan that is not what i meant.

[contrarian]

Round and round and round she goes, where she stops-- nobody knows.

And here I am reduced to the merest scraps of your attention; Rupert to the aether, my best girls scattered. My, my, my, not even a place to hang my hat, and now you want me dancing for your amusement. It's been years since I've been able to carry off a thong, dear. Sad.

Still. When in Rome.

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[contrarian]

I can always do without vermin in my happy hour.

[aworldenchanted]

Can't everyone?

How are you? Besides ignored.

[contrarian]

I'd say I can't complain, but you'd see through me in a heartbeat.

[ Ethan can always complain, regardless of whether or not there is actually anything complaining about. ]

[aworldenchanted]

Complaining gives you something to do, [she observes, shamelessly but smiling still.]

I kept up the shop, you know.

[contrarian]

I knew you would.

[aworldenchanted]

That was something to do, too. I missed you, though. It feels like everyone went, eventually.

[contrarian]

It's a terrible flaw of people.

[aworldenchanted]

At least we got out? It was kind of a crap place to be sometimes.

[contrarian]

Ah. Some more than others, hm?

[aworldenchanted]

Well. I wouldn't have met you at home.

[When in doubt, appeal to his ego!]

[contrarian]

[ egoscritches oh man oh man RUB MY BELLY ]

That's true, and then where on earth would you have been? Bored to tears.

[aworldenchanted]

Most likely. Staring at the walls, waiting for glitches.