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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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[lostyourheart]

I speak precisely my knowledge.

And act precisely according to my skill.

Ought you laugh at any downfall I encounter? Our fortunes will be so inextricably linked.

What fortunes we have between us.

Perhaps it is easier to laugh when you need not fall far.

[halfdozenoftheother]

[ A pause. A minute, two minutes slip by.

He's angry. He'll need a target for his anger.

The bitch won't do. Distant as she is. He'll need an immediate target.

One of the servants. He sends a summons. Flicks a sneer, pacing. ]

Ill-fitting ideas you entertain.

[ ... ]

The convalescent babbles at the first sign of a coddling hand or a throbbing prick.

Let your boldness damn you.

[lostyourheart]

You told me of your financial situation long before he did.

"Are you prepared to suffer for our insolvent?" you asked me.

What draws you to babbling?

[halfdozenoftheother]

Upstart bitch.

[ He should stop there. Probably. Probably.

Should wait for the servant to arrive. Work out his anger that way, privately.

And yet. ]

I would see you bound and strung.

Prey kept for evisceration.

Brazen snatch though you are, you'd make a serviceable specimen.