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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

a FEW THINGS,
gO DIE IN A FIRE, sTRIDER,
tHAT'S TO dAVE sTRIDER MIND YOU,
vRISKA, wHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN,
eQUIUS, i SNUCK INTO YOUR APARTMENT AND,
i PUT ONE THING IN MY TOILET AND THEN PUT IT,
uHHH,
bACK WHERE IT WAS IN YOUR APARTMENT,
bUT i'M NOT TELLING YOU WANT IT WAS,

aND rOSE,
i NEED TO TALK TO YOU BABY,
dROP ME A LINE,

[Minding his own business in some bushes near his dorm complex, laptop on his lap as he sits and types.]

Comments

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

My dessicated black heart is all aflutter from your sweet words. True though your sentiment may be I can't in good conscience accept for reasons we've gone over before. [gently but firmly. then she smirks]

However, I do appreciate the way you've foolishly put yourself on the line for what you believe in and think I should at least give some gesture of appreciation. If no one manages to upend a punch bowl on your head or otherwise inflict grievous bodily injury upon your person I'll dance with you.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He smirks, 2 points for Tavros I think, since he called it before it happened. Though this is twice she's turned him down in his life so he was pretty sure it was going to be recurring.]

Hey, honesty is all I want, and even with your fuckin' maze and dance of words you usually tell the truth instead of a load a whoo-wa, even if that's what it sounds like sometimes, heh; But telling the truth, even through that labyrinth, I gotta say, is mighty fine of ya. And I'll try my hardest not to get hurt during that little pow wow. A dance with you is definitely something to look forward to.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Anyone can can slog through my torrential downpour of words usually deserves to hear some modicum of the truth. I look forward to seeing if you'll be able to make it through the night unscathed.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

I really don't know if I'll be able too. [Smirk.] And hopefully I manage to pick out something to wear that isn't simply atrocious. Trolls, we aren't really raised with a fashion sense mind you, only a very few of us. [A slight chuckle.] Imagine, a bright orange tux, I could see choosing it, wouldn't that be a riot?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

A riot of colors, perhaps. I think that if you showed up in something like that someone might assault you on principle, just to keep the honor of the shade orange from being irrevocably impugned for all eternity.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Oh my lord, okay maybe I gotta do this just for a good tussle, I'm sure the dance could use a right good mosh, eh?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

It would certainly be a convenient insight for me into the typical behavior patterns of pubescent peoples in a high-stakes social setting.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

It would be entertaining wouldn't it? But that most likely would leave me all grozhny and well, I'd like to have that dance with ya, so maybe an orange tux is a no go? Heh, probably just go with black. That's the end all for my kind 'nyways.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I'll forever be a proponent of any shade of black, being deeply ensconced in the pseudo-gothic myself. It's a useful color for all occasions.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Tch well it does suit a lot of people, doesn't? Gotta say, I'm sure your lovely chassis will look killer in any colour anyway.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that you'd be wrong there; the only shades that I truly feel flatter me are black and purple.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

I think that's a matter of opinion. So in my opinion, I think you'd be killer in anything, even nothin' at all. [Eyebrow wiggle.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Not happening. [frowning again. this is why dealing with Tavros gives her headaches. THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS]

I don't think that a member of an admittedly fashion-blind species really has much weight in the great debate over whether I'm a summer or a fall.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He can't help it! It's just some harmless joking after all.]

Heh heh, fine fine, whatever ya say toots. I really can't argue with a lady that knows what's best.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[there is no such thing as harmless when one tangles with a Lalonde]

No, you can't. The sacred domain of fashion and color palettes is something I've done very well to protect my whole life, and I don't intend to stop now.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Ho hush now, he's not scared of anything.]

Oh my lordy, don't let me step on any toes now. This is surely a line I should not cross, the Rubicon, it enchants me but I can't push myself to cross it, if only my name was Caesar. [A slight chuckle long with is fake 'fear stricken' voice.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[not yet you're not]

Turn back fair general, this way lies only despair and betrayal beneath the veneer of ultimate power.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Is that a threat?]

Alea iacta est my dear. [His grin widens.] Taking charge might be my best bet, I can't back now, perhaps I can lead a great rise before a grand downfall, hmm?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[it's a promise]

You'll find you've been poisoned before the idea even entered your head. The gatekeeper thinks of of eventualities.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Sexy.]

Gatekeeper? Since when is Zuul part of all this?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Since we decided to turn this conversation on fashion into a neo-Roman mythology romp.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Zuul has no place in Roman mythology, we're now on human 80's pop culture.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I did say neo-Roman, didn't I? Allow me to indulge in the small snippets of more modern references I've gleaned from John.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Hmm well I suppose you did say that. Snippets? Oh do tell. Never spoke to John much, but when I did he was a hub of useless knowledge. Gotta say I was pretty okay with it.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

There's not much to tell beyond the fact that John enjoys movies that would be best used as kindling in a fire.