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[angeloffire_]

*has, through an amazing feat of boredom and coordination, managed to flop upside-down on a couch, slide nearly to the floor, and then begin constructing a careful rainbow pyramid of M&Ms on the floor under the coffee table -- his trusty headphones are draped over the arm of said couch, a stack of burned CDs has been dumped on the table, and

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[therainbowsheep]

You're littering.

[angeloffire_]

I'll pick it up.

[therainbowsheep]

That's no excuse.

[angeloffire_]

...Why not?

[therainbowsheep]

Because you're still doing it.

[angeloffire_]

It doesn't hurt anyone.

[therainbowsheep]

It hurts the floor's feelings.

[angeloffire_]

The floor has no feelings.

[therainbowsheep]

How can you say that? It can hear you.

[angeloffire_]

Walls have ears, silly, not floors.

[therainbowsheep]

What are you, objectist against floors?

[angeloffire_]

Yes, actually. Floors just disgust me. They're so -- horizontal.

[therainbowsheep]

Tsk, tsk. What am I going to do with you, Xathanael? You -- floor-hater.

[angeloffire_]

You could always shower me in adoration and praise. *^___^*

[therainbowsheep]

I'll pass.

[angeloffire_]

You're a cruel master.