(Untitled)

[hadesoverheels]

*and in walks a pretty darn athletically-built guy. Not beefy, but, yeah, well put together. Not that has anything to do with anything.*

Hey. I'm Rob.

Typist: That's all I could coax out of him. Robert Hubris Hades. Styx/Recycle Bin spawn. *facepalm*

Comments

[merrywrath]

What's a Hades like you doing in a place like this?

[hadesoverheels]

Probably the same thing a Hades like you is.

[merrywrath]

...you had damn well better not be.

[hadesoverheels]

Okay, then, maybe not. What exactly are you referring to?

[merrywrath]

You wouldn't look good in fishnets and a leather miniskirt. ...nor do you have use for a strap-on, as far as I'm aware.

[hadesoverheels]

There is such a thing as too much information.

[merrywrath]

*raises an eyebrow* Would you rather I had mentioned Bertram's name?

[hadesoverheels]

I suppose it doesn't matter now, because you just did.

[merrywrath]

Of course I did. I couldn't be a loving little sister and not, could I?

[hadesoverheels]

Oh, of course. I did forget that detail.

[merrywrath]

Hades, darling, Hades. Tell me you've been doing something respectable, please. Mabel and Miranda have been dreadful disappointments lately.

[hadesoverheels]

Lately?

[merrywrath]

Always, but Mabel at least has a tendency to demonstrate potential.

[hadesoverheels]

Yes, I suppose.