CCCXLI. Voice

[dark_butler]

[A quiet, almost distracted murmur of someone who doesn't realize he's speaking aloud, accompanied by quiet clinks, the sounds of drawers opening and closing, and something that might be a file rasping on metal.]One, two, three... I need more gunpowder. New shells. Should investigate gloves that make handling silver less problematic. Ironic to make

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[tinyvampiregod]

Mm I'll leave the cleaning to you. That way, everything can be done to your particular tastes.

We should have eaten Tony and let it at that. All the trouble and regret... or at least Lee. And Henry. You can eat Henry. Take my blood into you.

[dark_butler]

You always leave the cleaning to me, or if not to me, to one of your slaves. I don't expect anything else, though. I'd be a fool if I did, wouldn't I?

No, we should not have. For one thing that just hardly ever seems to stick with the stronger people here, and I really don't need eating a friend on my conscience. There's forsworn and there's forsworn.

[tinyvampiregod]

You're troubled by his disappointment. He has little right to it.

My lack of precision in cleaning is not from malice. Mostly. Do you mind when I set my slaves to the task? I should think not, it's being done at all, and not by you.

[dark_butler]

I expect you to be always and eminently yourself. Cleaning hardly fits that expectation. It is aggravating when you make a mess and have no consequences because "you" did clean it up, but it is a minor aggravation and one I have had decades to grow accustomed to, though I do wish your damned coffin would buy its own cigarettes.

Tony annoys angers saddens troubles bothers upsets confuses surprises me, but... I want to see him grow up, make his own choices, see things my way, do what I expect, not do what I expect, stop being so...

Cotton, silk, wool, rayon, linen, tweed...

[tinyvampiregod]

Speak to Coffin about issues that concern him. I'm hardly his keeper. The minister's cat is a miserable cat. Though I don't see how a Coffin would buy a pack of fags.

Stop being so...? O gato do ministro é um gato malévolo. This curse might be therapeutic for you, lover.

[dark_butler]

What do you mean you are hardly his keeper? It's your bloody coffin. Show some responsibility. Buy your own coffin its cigarettes or at least put them on the list. I am absolutely done with having it sneak around taking mine. If it wasn't your last domain, it would be splinters.

What are you talking about? Minister's cats? I dislike it. There is a reason why things are kept private.

[tinyvampiregod]

Thoughts, Angel, you're not in the game. And we are married. Your cigarettes are my cigarettes and thus already on the list. кот министра мужественный кот. Knowing that Coffin will take them, shouldn't you prepare and buy more in the first place? Tsk.

[dark_butler]

You always have these ridiculous justifications that I eventually accept because I know that expecting rationality and responsibility is just unrealistic.

[tinyvampiregod]

That's not ridiculous at all. Coffin has taken your cigarettes for years.

If anything, that makes you a slow learner.

[dark_butler]

I can't believe he just said that. Yes, I can. He's certainly an utter ass at times.

I'm going out.

[tinyvampiregod]

Being that I'm the trustworthy one now, I will follow.

To ensure your good behavior.

[dark_butler]

The trustworthy one. Now there's a farce. Neither of us is the trustworthy one. You on your tether to Arthur, me on mine to the police.

If you must follow, stay out of earshot. This is quite annoying enough.

[tinyvampiregod]

I will follow closely. Stop thinking if it bothers you so much.

Now, where are we going?

[dark_butler]

Out and you will not follow so closely. I can and I will deny you all pleasures within my power if you do not. I have had quite enough of you today.

[tinyvampiregod]

Hn. You're in a mood.

[dark_butler]

My stream of consciousness and yours should not intersect. I will lose my patience if I must actually voice my opinions rather than putting them aside.