009 || still flipping out

[fuckwisconsin]

All right, I admit defeat. I cannot fucking concentrate on anything, due to circumstances. Does anyone have anything for me to do? I will do chores, donate blood (apparently angel blood isn't horrible for vampires?), herd vampires, braid your hair, teach you Latin, I don't know. Something.

[Warden Filter]Who's Loki's warden? Loki the ex-angel,

Comments

[Private] ex/Warden jealousy.

[wichita_kansas]

No.

[Private] ahaha

[fuckwisconsin]

... No, you don't mind, or no, I can't?

[Private]

[wichita_kansas]

No. You can't.

[Private]

[fuckwisconsin]

Oh. Okay.

[Private] Meaning: BECAUSE I'M TAKING HER NEXT WEEK.

[wichita_kansas]

I mean it, buddy.

[Private] D:

[fuckwisconsin]

Hey, I got you.

[Private] Trust issues, man.

[wichita_kansas]

What do you want with Hayley?

[Private] oh boy

[fuckwisconsin]

When I was here last time, we talked a little, were friendly.

She, ah. Mentioned she's staying with Harvey now. Why's that?

[Private]

[wichita_kansas]

Friendly how? Friendly like she strapped you on a table and tried to castrate you friendly?

She wanted to. They're close.

[Private]

[fuckwisconsin]

Uh, no. We just talked.

Okay. She mentioned you locked her out of her room for three weeks? I mean, I'm sure there was a good reason for that.

[Private]

[wichita_kansas]

I jut want to make it abundantly clear that if you try and fuck my inmate she'll have your balls in a jar so fast your head'll spin, okay? So don't.

[Private]

[fuckwisconsin]

... I don't have a penis. Or any of the inclinations that go with it. Seriously, I don't. I'm an angel. Like, I got fucking wings and everything.

So why did you lock her out of her room for three weeks? I'm just curious.

[Private]

[wichita_kansas]

Right. That's a new one.

It wasn't three weeks, it was a few days. She tried to get rid of all of her pals and hide out like a recluse. Also, none of your fucking business.

[Private]

[fuckwisconsin]

I can show you, you know. I'm a fucking Ken doll. I'm so fucking serious. Don't make me, I don't know, turn on the — there's a camera function somewhere, isn't there — christ on a crutch —

Well, it could be my business, according to those issues all the wardens voted on. If I wanted to make a big fuss and have them investigate how you and Hayley are getting along... but I'd rather just hear it from you.

[Private]

[wichita_kansas]

Uhh...

...I'm fine, thanks. I'll take your word for it.

...

It's not your business. You can go ahead and champion Hayley's "mommy and daddy won't get me a pony my life is soooo hard" complex, but you'll only come out looking like an idiot. I get that you angels aren't people persons and that the plight of the hormonal eighteen year old girl isn't familiar to you, but that's just how it goes. I have a kid of my own -- she's twelve -- so let me handle the big boy wardening and you can go rehabilitate a drunk, wayward cherub or something.

[Private]

[fuckwisconsin]

I want to talk to her, and if she keeps telling me shit about how you're crazy, then I sort of have to do something. So what I chose to do is go to you first, to check it out, because I know she's an Inmate for a reason. And if she's telling wild lies? Then you know she's doing that. I think that's perfectly reasonable.

Oh, and don't fucking patronize me. Normally, I'm not one to knock motherhood, but here goes. So you squeezed one out and kept it alive for twelve years: congratulations. It certainly makes you superior to a millennia of watching over humans.