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Hello there! You've reached the message box of Angelina Durless - otherwise known as Madam Red♥.

What's the word? I'm simply dying to know. Do leave a message, darling, so that I may get back to you and catch up on the gossip~.

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[deathknellgrell]

[ Ann will find this invitation, carefully lettered and engraved - and then defaced with red lipstick - appearing mysteriously on her bedside table, while she sleeps. ]

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[painthellred]

Is this how you planned on informing me of your romantic developments?

[ The invitation is held before her frowning face, a finger held to the red lettering reading 'Spears'. ]

[video]

[deathknellgrell]

I just... wrote that in. Having a bit of fun. Nothing's official, you see.

[video]

[painthellred]

[ With something of a huff, she makes herself visible again by setting the paper aside. Still far from placated. ]

What is it, then?

[video]

[deathknellgrell]

It's a party.

[ Oh, Angelina. That temper of yours is simply delicious. A red sauce piquante. ]

Won't you come~? You'll find it amusing, I think.

[video]

[painthellred]

I know what the invitation is for, Grell. [ A hand threads into her hair, cheek resting into its palm as she leers into her NV. ] I meant your relation. With that man.

[video]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Madam Red's eyes seem ready to burst into flame, even through the screen of his NV. What must they be like in person? The thought makes Grell squirm. ]

Ah.

[ She had caught him off guard. He had initially intended to prevaricate; but now, seeing that fire, the twisted, cross-grained part of him wants to fan it into an explosion. ]

We're lovers.

[video]

[painthellred]

[ Lies may have been easier for her to bite into. It would show some sort of acknowledgement of his foul, at least - whereas she's convinced that the honesty he presents is simply to aggravate her sour mood further. ]

Lovers. [ The word leaves a bad taste in her mouth, lip curling so gently in distaste. ] I see you wasted no time in throwing your interest at another. Had I not asked, I suppose you would've left me to find out the hard way?

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[deathknellgrell]

Jealous, darling?

[ He leans in, close, to his NV, so that she'll see the supernatural glow of his green eyes. ]

Don't you think that emotion is a bit cliché?

[ Grell is being a RAGING HYPOCRITE! But when has that ever stopped him? ]

I might have waited for you, lady, but there was one small difficulty: you were dead.

[video]

[painthellred]

[ Sanguine eyes narrow. ]

What is 'cliché', Grell, is your fleeting fancy - it's something akin to a poor comedic stage act.

[ Leaning in now, she bites at her lip for a moment, choosing her words. ]

I'm quite alive now, and I at least expect the courtesy to be told of such things. Do you understand?

[ Oh yes. Jealous. ]

[video]

[deathknellgrell]

'Tisn't fleeting. I fancy you, still.

[ He lets his voice drop, into its natural baritone, devoid of all artifice. ]

And I understand that you fancy me, too ♥

What're we going to do about it, hmmm~?

[video]

[painthellred]

[ Ann's skepticism is clear upon her features, and with a sigh her gaze floats off screen. ]

What is it that you're suggesting? I have better sense than to involve myself with a taken... lady, or what have you.

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[deathknellgrell]

Better... sense?

[ He dissolves into a fit of laughter! ]

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[deathknellgrell]

[ It takes a while, but he recovers. With difficulty. ]

Oh my dear~!

[ He's still giggling a little, his face still distorted into a rictus of glee. ]

When did anything we did make any sense, whatever?

[painthellred]

wha-- Why are you laughing!

[ Perhaps he's right, but-- well, that just makes her angrier! ]

Quiet. I hardly find this amusing!

[deathknellgrell]

How're you getting along, these days? Playing house? Being good?

[ A toothy grin ]

Nothing's more ~amusing~ than that, Mistress Jack.