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[larcenous]

Who: Aella, anyone
When: Day 42, morning
Where: Kitchen
What: MEAT!!!!!

[Seriously, guys, this is way too much meat.

… Or it would be, if it wasn't Aella doing the cooking. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH MEAT, and, as the shenanigans progress, it smells delicious.]

Comments

[confirmed_bachelor]

[... unnnsure, but he's just going to let his otherself extract himself from that]

I can't speak for him. Perhaps that's how I end up too after so many years. But normalcy, after being with you, is exactly the thing I can't bloody well cope with.

[depraved]

Perhaps. . . . But it is something you can regain.

[confirmed_bachelor]

Here?

[depraved]

Anywhere.

[confirmed_bachelor]

...

[and here I am about to make a shady deal with a god]

It's an option, yes. Not one that everyone has.

[depraved]

[ I'll string you by your ankles ]

I'm aware.

[confirmed_bachelor]

[too bad]

And if I choose not to?

[depraved]

I will believe that when I see it.

[confirmed_bachelor]

I mean it.

[depraved]

[ his voice rings, sharp and hollow ]

That's enough. Spare me the platitudes. I've heard them all.

[confirmed_bachelor]

[jaw clenches a little]

Fine. Then I'll prove it.

[depraved]

. . . Suit yourself.