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He bursts through the door, flying with the--
Oh gods, are you bored or something? I can't just be sitting and having my dinner like a rational human being in the bar?
[ooc: No. You've got to have a hook so people will tag you.]
What if I don't want anyone tagging me? I mean, how many times have we had this discussion? Really? I'm not interesting, you know. I'm just talkative and unlucky and bitter.
[ooc: But you ARE interesting!]
I'm much more interesting breathing, my dear. And all of your 'interesting' ideas tend to get me chucked into zombie-infested landscapes of ruin and social inequality--
[ooc: Or end up with you rich and comfortable and with everything your heart desires! Give props where they're due, man.]
Yes, well, you also took all of that away, you idiot.
[ooc: At least I let you access your bank accounts]
Nonsense. My idea entirely. You had nothing to do with it.
[ooc: Po... look at what you just said.]
...
Shut up.
[ooc: HA! FINALLY!]
Shut up!
[ooc: *cough*smirk*cough*]
Oh just get on with it.
[ooc: AHEM]
Oh, don't rub it in.
[ooc: I'm just being as mature about it as you normally are.]
The gods save me from you.
[ooc: They haven't yet.]
I give a weary wave.
[ooc: So, anyway...]
...I'm sitting, eating my meal in a boring enough manner. It's roast beef, succulent enough even if the flavor is somewhat lost due to the circumstances. I find myself randomly glaring at the ceiling during my meal, but this is not exactly an uncommon occurrance.
That being said, I'm enjoying the wine anyway. Perhaps a little too much, but screw it. Come by if you like or she'll never show up. Show off. Show down. Up. Shut off. Up. Shut up.
Shut up.
Whatever.
[ooc: *snerk*]