055// bachelorette [keep fucking with my dignity remix]

[felinemystique]

Unfortunately, it looks like I'm in the market for a new personal chef/errand boy. Apparently, my current one is getting married, and didn't even have the courtesy to give me notice in person.

Serious applicants only, please. I'm feeling rather delicate, and can't take my emotions being toyed with any longer.

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[burntorangesky]

Allow me to extend my sincere condolences for your loss, as well as ask you to pass along my congratulations to the lucky man.

Alas, I am something of a mediocre chef at best, but I hope you find a taker soon.

[felinemystique]

Thank you, Fred. I should have seen it coming after the first time they ran off to do science-y things together.

Obviously that was the beginning of the end.

[burntorangesky]

But of course. How could we have missed such an obvious sign? It is clear now that this has been coming for some time.

[felinemystique]

Whatever will I do now? I can't imagine going back to buying takeout. Not to mention actually doing my own errands.

[burntorangesky]

Truly yours is a heavy burden. Surely you could get someone to do the necessary tasks?

[felinemystique]

I've become accustomed to a certain lifestyle, you see. I thought Crimson understood that.

[This would be where she'd add on a few heavy sighs and doleful looks, but that's hard to do over the journal.]

[burntorangesky]

Do you think that perhaps Castle would be willing to do that? He will no doubt be at loose ends now that his brother is getting married off.