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I did manage a little fun after all, if you were curious.

It does seem the city is in a veritable uproar. People get whisked off from their beds at night to a mirror city high in the sky! People practically giving up the noses off their faces to follow!

Well, it is inventive.

Why do you keep fighting? How do you know it won't end like every

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. . .

[juxta_posing]

Why hello!

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. . .

[ooc; btw, he's mirrored, so he'll like... blow up soon XD]

[juxta_posing]

The strong, silent type, I see. Does this mean I get to make up the conversation for you, or do we just sit here in uncompanionable silence?

I think I do like the first option better.

((ooc: *considers self forewarned -- meanwhile Puck loves a good blow up*))

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[At the monitor we have eye twitches of DOOM.]

. . .

I'm going to take a wild guess and say you would be the magic user that caused the havoc in my home last week?

[ooc; lol... I have a hard time getting him to blow up even when he's cursed. This is sad XD]

[juxta_posing]

It seemed more like a revolution, unless you count the lovely lady swinging around the wooden stick. That was havoc.

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Do leave my wife out of this.

[juxta_posing]

Ah! Your wife! I might have known with the bickering.

Why leave her out? She was there, wasn't she?

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She was there then, but she is not part of THIS conversation.

And what the hell gives you the right to cause that sort of mayhem? What if the god damned KNIVES had decided to attack? Not that either of us couldn't handle that, but that's not the point.

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It's a little late for that, it would seem; she already has of her own accord.

Ah, but they did no such thing, and it would seem that both of you could have handled it easily, couldn't you?

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KISAMA, THAT ISN'T THE POINT!

[ooc; lol. Cursing Kenshin. Mun's brain is broken @__@]

[juxta_posing]

It isn't? Dear me.

It seems what happens does trump what doesn't happen.

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Keh.

Stay out of my home.

[juxta_posing]

You'll be glad to know I'm not in it at this very moment!

I've offered something to you and your wife down below, however. A peace offering, if you like.

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You should probably be glad too, because my wife would probably beat you senseless.

You'll have to forgive me, but I'm not particularly willing to accept anything from someone who felt the need to turn my kitchen utensils against me. Not to mention someone who basically caused me to sleep in the living room floor for three nights.

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A stubborn sort, aren't you? Well, then, that would be your prerogative, I suppose. Although it *is* impolite to refuse what is offered in attempts to amend.

If your wife chooses to accept, however, I'll grant her wish instead.

((ooc: Forgive me, but I need sleep. I'll check back tomorrow! :) ))