Hm.

[maedhrosthetall]

While everyone seems to be dying left and right and ensnaring their tongues in general theatrics, I've come to some sort of realisation.

After reading her journal, I know what I want.

Rubies.

For my dead fish.

My dead fish would appreciate it greatly.

And so would I.

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[maglor]

What is wrong with you??

[maedhrosthetall]

Nothing.

I have the mind of an artist.

The fish needs some colour.

[maglor]

You're insane.

You've been carrying that thing around for two days now. Isn't it starting to go bad?

[maedhrosthetall]

I enjoy watching it change various shades of colour as the hours pass.

You should get a dead fish of your own.

Tuna would suit you well.

[maglor]

I don't want a dead fish.

I don't want to see your dead fish.

I don't want you to have rare and precious jewels for your dead fish.

But then again I guess you are troubled and perhaps I should humour you and let you do whatever you want before you suddenly walk to the edge of a fissure and throw yourself in.

[maedhrosthetall]

Darn.

You are so mean to me sometimes.

And you should be nicer to me.

Because a fissure sounds pretty comforting to me right about now.

So how about it?

You have any rubies?

[maglor]

You won't do it. You love yourself too much and you spent the whole day shopping and wouldn't throw your life away while you had new clothes to prance around in.

But maybe I should push you and see how far you'll go.

And no.

[maedhrosthetall]

Well.

True.

Because I am one handsome motherfucker.

Who would look better with rubies.

And damn.

Meanie.

[maglor]

You're not that handsome...

[maedhrosthetall]

Yes I am.

[maglor]

Your own ego is going to crush you one of these days.

Fine.

Here. Have rubies.

Happy now?!

Idiot.

[maedhrosthetall]

Thank you.

[maglor]

.. it's ok.

:)