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[ioudas]

❝ the lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, o lord, endures forever. do not forsake the work of your hands. ❞

psalms

do you actually believe that, though? do you believe in destiny or do you believe that it is our own? discuss.

also, since we're having a deep conversation. google would have made my life a whole lot easier if it had existed in the 1800s. then again there would not be young men saying that they love vintage victorian erotica more than the mainstream kind (here's a hint: it's still erotica).

if you're a really old guy wearing a hood over your head, you owe me a saturday night for the one you ruined. cash only.

(ooc: sorry, this got really NSFW)

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[glassbox]

I got plenty a'place. Y'don't know what you're talkin' about.

[ropedin]

It's his problem with me.

[ A grunt. ] You will not try to interject.

[glassbox]

[ almost a bit smugly: ]

Too late.

[ropedin]

You will remove yourself from the situation immediately. I do not wish for your attempt at "helping".

[glassbox]

Or what? This is my business, too.

[ropedin]

No it isn't. [ Stubbornly. ]

He's merely an idiot too full of himself that wants attention.

[glassbox]

He broke up with me. I got a right t'say whatever the hell I want t'him.

[ropedin]

[ Oh it's like that. ]

You slept with that?

[glassbox]

[ bristling: ]

So what?

[ropedin]

[ A very obviously disgusted sound.]

I see.

[glassbox]

Don't y'even start with me, HJ. Y'got alotta nerve t'be judgin', that's all I'm sayin'.

[ropedin]

[ He is totally judging. ]

I didn't say a word. You're the one who thinks I'm judging.

[glassbox]

I know you. [ isn't she being presumptuous today. ] I can tell when you're judgin'.

[ropedin]

You do not know me. [ He says it with plenty of fervor. ] Do not presume.

[glassbox]

Know y'better than most.

[ropedin]

No, you do not. [ But maybe better than a lot in the City. If she's going to whine about his judging, he can fight her on this. ]

You're delusional.

[glassbox]

[ an exasperated noise! ]

Are y'still on with that? You're the bastard that got me shot 'cause y'wouldn't believe the truth when I was tellin' it t'you! So who's goddamn delusional?

[ probably still her, but. ]

WELL HE'S RIGHT THERE.

[ioudas]

What?

LMFAO

[glassbox]

Butt out, Cross.

[ioudas]

I'm right here. When did you get shot?

[glassbox]

[ resentfully: ]

Coupla weeks ago. Not that it's any of your goddamn business.

[ropedin]

Powers do not exist where I come from. [ As if that's an excuse for his disbelief. It's not necessarily admitting he's wrong, but it's something. ]

I am not speaking on that.

[glassbox]

Well, congratulations on your annoyin' goddamn powers. Try not t'use 'em on me anymore and we'll get along just a tiny bit better than we do most times.

[ropedin]

Do not congratulate me on this filth that was hoisted on me.

If you do not come near me, you will not have such an issue.

[glassbox]

We both know that's pretty damn impossible at this point, hon.