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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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[onefellswoop]

'Choric,' Enri.

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[honeystuff]

your puppy guesses the bitterness is froot loops related.

i'm going to have to ban them until i solve that heart problem of yours.

for this week

fuck

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:)

i'm on to you daddy.

almond milk sweetens it up.

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[honeystuff]

" of, relating to, or being in the style of a chorus and especially a Greek chorus "

?

trade you a kiss for a hint ?

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just pretend i wasn't planning to kiss you anyway. it's fine.

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[onefellswoop]

I beg your pardon, was the traditionally accepted spelling not enough of a hint? It seems you already owe one kiss, Enri; are you prepared to fall further into kiss debt?

Think carefully, my boy: payment compounds as the hints add up.

(Plus the kiss you initially intended! As this rate, we'll have no chance to find other employment for your mouth, hm?)

Your second hint: It's a theatrical term. Convention. What do you know about the Greeks, Enri?

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[onefellswoop]

A wise decision on the Froot Loops ban. Perhaps I'll factor that in against the weight of your debt; some slight alleviation of payment for sound planning.

Keep the almond milk between us, would you? Our little secret.

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[honeystuff]

lucky for you i will never default on my kiss loans

i'm good for it. i have a subs substantial kiss savings.

then again maybe you're trying to con more kisses than the info's worth???

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[honeystuff]

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seriously though

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greeks. i don't know

not much i guess

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i guess i know about euclidean geometry and pythagorus. math shit.

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Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά

?

that's not what you mean though is it

fuck

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i don't know.

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[honeystuff]

I'm sorry.

[onefellswoop]

What in god's name for?

Don't be.

You answered my question, Enri: 'math shit.' And, apparently, you've some hold of the language... Or Google has come to your aid again. A handy trick, and aptly applied, if so.

Tell me what you know about Euclidian geometry, if you like.

Their theatre, Enri, typically employed the use of a chorus of commentators. Heightened language; focused portraits of emotions. Speakers, singers often attuned to the machinations of man and gods alike. Aware of existence in dizzying heights and prideful falls. Evoking fervor in the minds of those who heard.

[honeystuff]

[ Later, he'll circle back and read everything Darius said.

For now, he's going to zero in on -]

trick

[onefellswoop]

[ That might just be an answer of its own. ]

Well?

[honeystuff]

i may not be smart

but i'm not going to pretend i can speak a language when i can't.

give me some fucking credit

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have i lied to you about anything

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yeah. googled it.

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[onefellswoop]

Did you.

[onefellswoop]

Enri.

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[honeystuff]

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[honeystuff]

[ In Greek, and then English in the quotations: ]

No, I didn't fucking 'google it'.

[ In English: ]

i'm not going to deadass tell a lie about knowing another language

to you

how stupid do you think i am

fuck don't answer that

i only get a week. i'm not going to jepa jepor waste it on something that doesn't matter.

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[onefellswoop]

Language, Enri.

[ In Greek— ]

'Fucking'?

Tsk.

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[onefellswoop]

A language known or a cute ploy; it might have been either.

Listen when I speak, Puppy. Do you know my bite from my query, or don't you?

[honeystuff]

[ A length of "..." here, though Enri is stunned to wordlessness.

No one knows Greek. He only gets the opportunity to speak it with Felix - or, ha, Lydia. When Lydia feels like speaking at all.

What does he do with this? (Or. What does he do with Darius, or the absence of Darius after this week, when everything feels so fucking perfect now?)

He curbs his excitement - mostly. He does respond in Greek. ]

I don't need ploys to be cute.

[ Other than acting like a brat. ]

I admit when I don't know something. I thought you would know that by now. I'd give examples, but I'm not allowed to say 'fucking' anymore.

[onefellswoop]

You're an incorrigible brat, aren't you?

Capably cute without ploys, as well; I'll allow as much.

Though regarding your aversion to 'deadass lies,' I might direct our collective attention to the boy whose response ran, 'yeah. googled it.'

Tsk, Enri.

Do you meet many people who hold fluency in Greek?

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[honeystuff]

[ There's a lengthy pause here. Enri stands stock-still in the lobby of the hotel with a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, and frowns.

And.

Says out loud, mournfully, Shit, drawing some skeptical looks from passers-by. ]

I didn't think about it.

I guess it was a lie, though.

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I'm sorry, Daddy.

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[honeystuff]

I don't know anyone who speaks Greek except my parents cousins.

And my brother.

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I lied about something. I can't tell you the truth or what the lie was. But there's a lie and I'm sorry for it.

I don't want to lie to you. Ever, about anything. You're my god.

[onefellswoop]

There's no need to say 'I'm sorry.'

What was it earlier, Puppy? That you didn't have an answer prepared?

I asked what you knew: you gave me geometry, flawless Greek, and an apology.

You offer a feint that might barely be called a lie, and you speak what I assume constitutes a necessary lie. Nothing fatal, hm? And you offer an apology.

We are all permitted our mistruths, Enri. Even before god.

I don't want to hear you apologize.

My space of doubt was not that you COULDN'T wield another language; Greek happens to be - as you have yourself indicated - a relative rarity here.

You aren't a dull young man.

[honeystuff]

[ A space of silence again. In this, Enri staring at the words Darius sent, and then looking slightly right, as though to see -

Whether he's being observed. Whether someone might spot him indulging in something he's not permitted. (Seeking anyone who might come along and laugh. Who might call him a dumb fuck for wanting to believe Darius.)

He has to. He has to remember, this is only for now. This is only for the week (which is now shorter, which is so much shorter than he wanted it to be), and when it's over, no one's going to tell him not to apologize. No one's going to say he's not 'a dull young man'.

But. It feels good.

To have Darius's approval.

No one needs to know. ]

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i know a few.

other languages.

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latin, french, russian (can't write that one though, no keyboard for cyrillic)

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german.

some arabic, but i wasn't there too long. enough to order food and ask for directions or tell someone to drop their weapon i guess. (can't write that one at all)

trying to learn cantonese but if greek is a 'relative rarity' then chinese is a unicorn in iowa.

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my brother says it [...] gives us the opportunity to be dumbasses in multiple countries.

[...] his name's Felix

[ And then, recalling his earlier comment about a lie he couldn't rectify, Enri offers a piece of information rarely shared. Thinking -

Not thinking at all.

(But wouldn't it be nice. Not to have secrets from Daddy. No lies, nothing hidden? Only them, and pure honesty?) ]

we're twins.

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[honeystuff]

[ And - and. Darius asked about earlier. Enri should, he thinks, answer that question. ]

earlier we were talking about cor 'choric'.

maybe you don't think i'm stupid but i read what you said four times and still don't get it.

so i am sorry, even if you don't want to hear it.

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if you say i'm not dull people are going to look at you like a fucking flat-earther

probably should keep that with 'the moon landing was faked' and 'i saw bigfoot'.