twelfth strike ♞
[The nightmare begins at 7 in the morning when his first ex-wife calls him and leaves him a sugary message that is so long, the machine cuts her off, so she calls again to finish. Vaine figured unplugging the phone from the wall would make a difference, but later his boss calls him on his cell to tell him to take the night off. His second ex-wife shows up at his door unexpected around noon. With the man she cheated on him with.
He opens the door, greets them with a "hi, fuck off and die", and then slams the door in their faces. When they start to knock on the door and, for fuck's sake, sing, he storms over to his stereo and blasts his music so loud the floor actually shakes. His landlord comes over twenty minutes later not to yell at him or kick him out, but announce that he's back from Venezuela and he brought him booze as a gift for being such an awesome tenant.
The door gets slammed in his face too, but Agravaine remembers to take the booze.]
I don't know why everybody is fucking high today, but you can all stop smoking up because it's getting on my goddamn nerves.
[Filter: Mordred and Euterpe]
Don't you fucking dare come over and plaster yourself to my front door with sappy "I love you"s.