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kingdomsofrain2016-12-01 03:31 am
byanyname) wrote in kingdomsofrain2016-12-01 03:31 am
tfln open post
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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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Difficult individual. Affable past the self-important miasma.
Disgustingly loyal.
All right. No more discussion of the Pendletons' dog.
Forgive me for needling you. I believe I was aiming for fifty percent less vehemence in your winding-up.
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If Rin won't agree to a cessation of hostilities, I'll come to you. Where and when you like, so long as it is in some near future, of course.
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Perhaps sometime within the next eight to twelve months.
I'd like to see you, Darius. Consider it a fault of my nature that I am at times overly sentimental, and (perhaps unwisely, and oftentimes without reciprocation) count you amongst my friends.
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A meager host, thankfully. A handful of personal attachments is more manageable.
Can you imagine the emotional labor of comforting dozens of lifelong friends after delivering the news of one's own impending demise?
No, I'm fortunate. I have you, emotionless prick that you are, and.
Well. You. [...] Who will not tell Rin.
Or I will take you out with me and the lobsters.
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I can't imagine why a dying man should oblige himself to comfort anyone at all, but. As you said: I am ever the emotionless prick.
Who has no intention of taking on the burden of informing Renault regarding this piece of information or any other. Please. That's the LAST fucking thing I need.
Anyway. Shit to do, people to rile; aka back to my fucking vacation.
Try not to expire before I'm back in New York.
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And your razing, I suppose.
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Point of fucking order: If I wanted to raze that family, I would have done so years ago.
As if I've got nothing better to do with my time.
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Point(s) of order:
First: If I didn't respond, you would continue to text me until I did respond, at which point you would castigate me for responding.
Second: what an odd thing to say at [...] half three in the morning.
Were you anyone else, I would venture to suggest you'd had a twinge of conscience. But of course, that would imply you have a conscience at all, and that it was being impacted by [...]
Your new toy?
Fuck right off.
Old age? Late night? Drink?
Anyhow.
It's a little late / early for razing. Didn't we establish no razing or raising, of families or hell, ought to occur past three a.m.? I believe that was not long after the stolen squad car, as a matter of fact.
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Go fuck yourself.Lucky thing you know the man you’re dealing with, and there’s no need for entertaining any misconceptions.
I don’t want misconceptions. Regarding razings, raisings, or otherwise.
Enri’s kin are of no concern. They’re tangential, at most.
Also. Fuck you, Wilkes. One whole extra year’s ragged youth to your name and you come rolling in with this ‘old age’ bullshit. Piss off.
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Well.
I am, rather, sprinting. But were I not in a hurry to reach that particular finish line, it would not be inapt to suggest I, too, have grown or am growing old. I feel its approach. I embrace it.
My knees have begun making ominous noises, it's true. But also: I wear clothing that comes from stores that don't sell hoodies and six-packs of Hanes underwear. I eat my fiber, floss, and have my prostate examined.
(You should have your prI clean my firearms weekly instead of "when they jam".
Very responsible, moi. Sensibly adult.
(Rin has a hand in all of this, it should be stated. For fairness.)
(Not in the prostate examination.)
Perhaps a misapplied supposition: to think my peers feel likewise decrepit. Rin was similarly perturbed by the implication (or indeed by any tangential commentary utilizing the word 'old'.) Perhaps age is a state of mind; Rin occupies eternal youth through sheer force of will.
And so do you, in an entirely different sense. (How old is Enri? 21? 22?) (Sidebar: have you asked and do you care?) (You didn't ask. You investigated him first, didn't you.) (Not a condemnation. No-one our age could possibly keep up with your rigors.)2/2
Half three in the morning.
To ensure I did not mistake your sniping for fact, though I have known the man I'm dealing with for decades, and recognize his verbal suppressive fire.
Are you getting sentimental about your doggy
Are you getting attached to En
Fucking hell you've gotten attached [...] to a Pendleton
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Unwise, Darius[...]
Darius.
Be careful.
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Easy to embrace that rubbish when you're sprinting toward the endLet me be the first to congratulate you on entering the world of semi-functional almost-sensible adults, Wilkes, and let me also say: It's about fucking time.
Not sure about the expedience of kicking off an oral cleanliness routine at this stage, but like they say, chase your bliss. You might make it to the ripe old age of forty-seven.
Too far?Fuck it, I'm sor[ ... ]
You always were an old man at heart. Makes sense you'd take on the guise first.
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Worried about me?As if I don't know what IWhat the fuck do you think[ ... ]
Leave the coddling to Rin.
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I haven't mentioned your peculiar situation to them. (Yet.) Someone needs to coddle you in the meantime.
Right.
I'm evoking verbum rea. As you'll recall, on September 13, 2003, all parties involved in the non-fatal stabbing and (thankfully) similarly non-fatal arson, signed a cocktail napkin - which is as of this moment sitting in a safe deposit box in New Jersey. Need I remind you of the terms?
This is how we keep our chaos in check, Darius, my dear. One may at any time, once per year, demand absolute veracity from either of the other two signatories.
In other words: I'm cashing in my annual.
And I have two unused chits for the past twenty-four months, so you might as well resign yourself to the possibility of follow-up questions.
And if you refuse to answer, I'm legally permitted - nay, obliged! - to hunt you down and set your prick on fire.
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Be honest now.
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Have you got a crush on your doggy?
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You utter, you confirmed asshole.
Why the fuck did I agree toYou wouldn't...Fucking of course you wouldDon't you fucking 'my dear' me[ ... ]
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First fucking point: chits uncashed do NOT roll over to the next year.
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I fail to see how this curbs any chaos. In fact, I would go so far as to suggest that you are DELIBERATELY kicking up chaos, and sowing shit.
Goddamnit Senan. Fucking Wilkes.
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[ Which is precisely when Enri’s picture arrives.
Which is precisely when Darius curses appreciative under his breath, and accidentally sends the unfinished text. ]
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It isn’tFuck off, it[ … ]
Enri has his appeal.
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5/6 i'm such a fucking liar holy shit
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2/3 i lied
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Meanwhile...
<3
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the you-not-here did it.
come back and
cuddlehole up with me. bed's still warm where you were.[...]
puppy's still warm where you were, too ;)
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Save my spot, won't you?
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Darius is getting a photo containing a (tastefully) alluring Enri looking absolutely inviting. ]
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;)
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Wretched distraction.
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My beautiful provocateur.
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