a real post including real things

[fever_crusade]

Here I am, making a real post. Now that I'm working in Metropolis again, I've been going back to my therapist, who thinks that if I'm going to have this journal I ought to put it to good use. Various memes and surveys aren't particularly useful, it seems. So. That's why I'm trying this out. That, and because my mun promised her roommate she'd stay

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[hell_of_heaven]

Do feel free to send me the bills.

[fever_crusade]

Lionel.

[hell_of_heaven]

They're work clothes, aren't they?

[fever_crusade]

Employers typically don't foot the bill for designer outfits.

[hell_of_heaven]

Do I seem like a typical employer?

[fever_crusade]

I'm intent on treating you like one.

[hell_of_heaven]

Well. I believe there is at least something in the budget to cover clothing... I can hardly have the staff looking like refugees.

[fever_crusade]

Lionel, I'm not letting you pay for this. This job alone in bringing in more than enough income to sustain us anyhow. All right?

[hell_of_heaven]

All right.

I shall endeavor to be cruel and heartless in the future.

[fever_crusade]

And likewise I will endeavor as I have in the past to uncover your heart and teach you how to feel again!

[hell_of_heaven]

An excellent plan.

[fever_crusade]

I think our pattern tends to work quite well. I feel like I'm The Billionaire Whisperer.

[hell_of_heaven]

I'll try not to be insulted that you're comparing me to a horse.

[fever_crusade]

You don't like the idea of me being your whisperer?

[hell_of_heaven]

On the contrary, you can whisper all you like.

[fever_crusade]

Don't mind if I do. I've been told I whisper quite nicely. My voice being what it is.