ooo - Call me, call me

[justashow]

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[tothelibrary]

When I die of embarrassment, will you say something really nice at my funeral?

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[justashow]

I will tell the complete and utter truth.

What did the City do this time?

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[tothelibrary]

Actually, if you could just be really nice instead, I would appreciate it.

...For starters, remember that really inappropriate guy to slightly have... a completely aesthetic with no real world applications whatsoever appreciation of?

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[justashow]

Okay, stop right there and just answer this: Do I need to kill him and if so, how badly?

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[tothelibrary]

Actually, I think you need to kill me.

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[justashow]

If it helps, I could ground you for the next twenty years?

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[tothelibrary]

I cornered him in his apartment. And stripped. And gave him a LAP DANCE. In underwear that... really probably should not be classified as anything but illegal.

And then Xander had to carry me home. STILL in the underwear because I refused to put my clothes on.

And let's not even START on what happened once Connor got home.

...Fifty. Twenty isn't even a good start.

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[justashow]

Of course you did.

That's it. I'm locking you in a tower and forbidding you to grow your hair out.

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[tothelibrary]

You could throw away the key, too.

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[justashow]

Oh, there will be no keys.

May I hope that Xander arrived in time to keep the underwear from coming off?

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[tothelibrary]

No doors, either.

...I left the front door unlocked when I went in. So yes, I remained... technically clothed. And it's a good thing Chuck was cursed, too, because according to Serena if he hadn't been, I would be lacking both virginity and a boyfriend because I would be a cheating, horrible person in about... twelve seconds.

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[justashow]

Ah. Well now I feel so much better about Chuck as a housemate.

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[tothelibrary]

If that was not a joke, I need to go die. Chuck has his space, I have my space, and I am keeping any space that can be considered 'ours' only by a linguistic stretch because there is no 'me and Chuck' entirely public, and now I've confused myself, but please tell me Chuck is never ever going to live with you.

[ooc: The source of the freakout here would not be the cursed shenanigans, sob.]

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[justashow]

A housemate for you, darling. A housemate for you.

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[tothelibrary]

Oh. Oh! No. No, no, no, no, no.

NO.

Chuck will never ever be living with me. Ever. Not in a million years. Not if you paid me and offered an endless supply of Kettle Corn and Jones. Probably not even if it meant the entire Zac Posen spring collection except those weird ones he does sometimes when he's trying too hard.

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[justashow]

Hold on. I thought he already was? Or did you mislead me when you told me about him?