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[kittyjones]

I don't suppose that was too bad for a curse. Actually, I can't remember much - maybe I'm repressing? But I do recall running around like nobody's business, and demanding peanuts. And possibly singing songs, although that might just be a hazy recollection from the last time I was drunk

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[gold_est_power]

Keep the crayons.

[kittyjones]

Are you sure, Artemis? They're very pretty crayons, you know. All the colours of the rainbow.

[gold_est_power]

As polychromatic as they may be, I have no use for them. Thank you, all the less.

[kittyjones]

I'll have to draw you a picture then, otherwise they'll just go to waste. What sort of picture would you like?

[gold_est_power]

...

You choose.

[ooc The last curse tired Artemis out, so now he's kina at the end of his rope~]

[kittyjones]

Well, I think I might well have to go down the stick-figure alley. It'll be very post-modern, wouldn't you say?

((OOC: She doesn't mean to tease (well, she does) - he's just so funny when he's frustrated! XD))

[gold_est_power]

Yes. I'm sure you're the next Andy Worhol.

[ooc It's so fun! He's just nursing a headache and wondering if the curse stopped taking effect on Kitty ;)]

[kittyjones]

Of course I am. Only without the drugs. Because drugs, young Artemis, are very, very wrong. Don't give in to peer pressure. Stay strong when you're in the playground. Just say "No". I can't always be there to look out for you.

((OOC: Andy Warhol impressions from Kitty will probably only make the headache worse, then. XD))

[gold_est_power]

...Drugs inhibit intelligent thought. I cannot have that. And I have no peers to pressure me.

Andy Worhol, without the drugs, still includes failed gulbladder surgery, resulting in death. Surely you want to disinclude that...?

[occ Arty is like 'guuu I made it worse...']

[kittyjones]

I'm a peer. A slightly older, more feminine peer, but I could put so much pressure on you you'd explode, or implode, or some sort of plode. But I won't. Honestly.

At least if I died a tragic death like that I'd leave a beautiful corpse!

[gold_est_power]

How lucky I am.

Until you rotted. Then we would have to bury you.

[kittyjones]

You are.~

Don't talk like that! I wouldn't rot! You could put me in a glass coffin, like Snow White or something. I'd stay pretty forever. You could leave flowers at my grave.

Or you could try your luck at that true-love's-first-kiss act. You never know your luck.

((OOC: And, yes, to freak him out that little bit more, Kitty is play-flirting with him. XD))

[gold_est_power]

I'm sure.

That is a fairy tale, there is no proof of it ever happening.

... With this phantom illness flying around, I'm not sure if that would be wise.

[ooc I was going to make him tease her about Nathaniel there, But I couldn't find that being mentioned without it being UNHACKABLE...]

[kittyjones]

Ah, but you know fairies, don't you? Who's to say there aren't handsome princes as well?

Your concern for me is touching, but I'm sure my being dead would overrule any germs you were carrying at the time.

((OOC: Trust me, it's so obvious I don't think that matters. They've dropped big hints here and there, and Artemis is a smart boy. XD))

[gold_est_power]

If I handsome prince is what you need, I definately can do you no good.

And on top of the flu, there is the concern of this significant other you seem to have. I'm sure he would want to do the actual kissing.

[Noted! Didn't wanna intrude!]

[kittyjones]

We really need to work on that self-esteem - you're very princely indeed. And not too shabby looking either.

I certainly have no idea what you mean by that, Artemis. If I'm to be the princess, I have to be pure and virginal, thereby a significant other (especially a kissing one) is out of the question. An impossibility.

((OOC: Trust me, it's not a normal day for Kitty if it goes by without someone teasing her about it. <3))