[voice] the taste of that fruit still lingers

[boat_lights]

[A la Diva style, this isn't video. Rather, there is a crackle of static, and a slow, low chuckle, the sort of chuckle that starts in the back of one's throat and ends up in the back of someone else's. The silence that follows is long and full of all sorts of pregnant possibilities. And generally speaking, you're not sure whether or not you want to

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[stfuelly]

What--what are you doing? This sort of display is shameful! Get ahold of yourself, Vincent!

[boat_lights]

If it isn't my beloved sister.

Charming, as always. I have never heard sweeter harpies.

[stfuelly]

[Hmph!]

And for a second I'd hoped that you might have left with your brother and that brat. What poor luck.

[boat_lights]

And leave you to your misery? I couldn't have that.

[stfuelly]

Out of the two of us, you sound like the more miserable at the moment.

[boat_lights]

Understandable, considering which of us cherished our family member more.

[stfuelly]

I cherish my family more than someone like you could ever hope to understand.

[boat_lights]

But not Gilbert. Never Gilbert.

[stfuelly]

[Her eyes narrow.]

You two are not my family.

[boat_lights]

You really do wound me, sister.

[stfuelly]

Ah, you sound it.

Now do us a favor next time and join that fool of a brother of yours when he decides to abandon everyone again.

[boat_lights]

Or perhaps you can be the one to go. I'm certain that this world isn't picky.

[stfuelly]

I'm perfectly happy where I am, thank you.

[boat_lights]

You are always welcome.

On the flip side, how are the two of you faring?

[stfuelly]

Hmm. Decidedly better than you.