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[lordofthefiles]

*music plays* ... I see a little silhouetto of a man scaramouche scaramouche

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[thanitohercules]

*clutches holy water warily*

What devilry stalks this land...?

[truant_horatio]

*attempts to soothe*

[thanitohercules]

*clings, because the demon's picking on him*

[truant_horatio]

*is soothing, very soothing; gives shoulder rub, glares at demon*

[thanitohercules]

*loves and is soothed and gets a shoulder rub. beams*

[truant_horatio]

*loves Hamlet excessively*

[thanitohercules]

*loves Horatio mooooooooore*

[truant_horatio]

*do not either! his love is all as hungry as the sea and can digest as much!*

/playcrossing typist

[thanitohercules]

*oh! and his is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken*

/typist that's not even bothering with plays

[truant_horatio]

*horatio's love is so big he doesn't need to swear it because he knows it's there and isn't worried about it*

[thanitohercules]

*...oooh, burn!*

[truant_horatio]

*cue evil triumphant typist!chuckle*

[thanitohercules]

*this typist would be pouting, while Hamlet flails and generally whines that, no, he really loves Horatio more*

[truant_horatio]

*since Horatio is too nice even to think about it, the typist will be increasingly wicked and point out that he never had any trouble with fidelity, ahem*

[thanitohercules]

*well, now this typist is giggling and Hamlet is flailing even more. ...against his typist's wishes, he'd also like to point out that he hasn't cheated since he became sane again.*

[truant_horatio]

*now cue sceptical typist!coughs. riiight. uh-huh. danish-boy.*