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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[jondrette]

See, that is why I have Montparnasse.

He has more wits than my father, so I shall stay dry and warm where he is concerned. Though it is not the wet I mind.

[fitofgrandair]

Let it never be said you aren't a clever girl. Shall I ask - with bated breath - what it is you do mind? Or shall I guess?

'Plaisir d'amour' sung with all the grace of an untuned shatter of glass. A promising bottle holding no more than a single lonely drop of gin. The word 'swaddling.' Tell me, am I close?

[jondrette]

Very clever.

The cold. The way my feet sting against the pavement.

[fitofgrandair]

Clever girl, clever boy, we make an exquisite - and exquisitely mangy - pair.

I'd expect your feet would go numb after a while.

Really, though, the most recommendable tactic - cited by physicians, metaphysicians, and moralists everywhere - would be to stay off snow-brushed streets. Even if a Marius should call.

[jondrette]

So we do.

They do. But it stings when the feeling returns and the bottoms are cut to ribbons.

I do not have the luxury.

[fitofgrandair]

A ray of sunshine, as always. The world would be be an intolerable place indeed if all persons were so insufferably cheery as you.

That aside, I offer for the sake of your feet a drink or three when you've been too long in the cold. Day or night, streets snow-dusted or ice-bitten, pound on my door and I'll answer your call. Or I may, should I be in and conscious and not too attached to a warm sofa.

[jondrette]

or three! I shall take you up on it, for you offer drink, and perhaps there will be food to be found as well, and a fire. In fact, I shall take your warm sofa.

Or perhaps I will just pick the lock.

[fitofgrandair]

I may be persuaded to part with the sofa for a time - even to spend hours warming it in advance of your arrival - so long as you request the sofa's kind permission before sitting, reclining, or otherwise perching on its surface. You must forgive the request; my sofa is a finicky one, and takes slights to heart.

As for the rest, let the lock-picker beware: should you come upon me unawares, I can't promise to be what is called decent or even remotely presentable.

[jondrette]

of course. I shall be nothing but polite to your dear sofa.

yours would not be the first i've seen. I care not for what state you are in.

[fitofgrandair]

My dear sofa will appreciate your consideration.

You say so now, but I warn you: hideous as my face may be, the rest of this body called mine is more hopeless still. I'm sure it's driven plenty of my would-be companions back through the church to the saving arms of their dear lord god, father almighty, etc. etc.

[jondrette]

you have not seen my body. it is worse. I have been told I look like a boy.

But even still, I have fucked uglier men than you.