[ Dictated ]

[excruciare]

[ There's tapping. Tap, tap, tapping. A finger on word, hard. Harder still. Scrrrrritch. Scratch. Tap. ]

Fi, fie, foe, fum.

[ The voice is low and saturnine, barely registering above a whisper. More tapping. Scratch. ]

Oh, how I long for the blood of an English Mum.

[ A laugh, low and dull. Tap. There's a pause, as if whomever is making the

Comments

[heirdom]

I hate you already.

[ooc: I have to go to bed very soon, but I just had to tag this, because he... talks a lot like Damian's least favourite villains do. I will get back to you asap /sob]

[excruciare]

Now, now, copil, remember degrees of separation. I can't be held responsible for what may come next.

[heirdom]

How can you NOT be held responsible for whatever comes next if you're an influencing factor?

[excruciare]

Imagine where your mouth is going to take you and try asking me that again.

[likethetragedy]

Not everyone sleeps at night.

[excruciare]

That's a rather roundabout way of saying you have issues with sleep.

[likethetragedy]

I never said it was me.

[excruciare]

Concern is a hue easily seen in any voice, tone deafened or otherwise.

[darkevangel]

A few points for style.

Kind of loses the effect when you start talking about the dog, though.

[excruciare]

He is rather important to me.

[darkevangel]

Maybe you should put up a "Lost puppy" flier then.

[excruciare]

And have some foul brigand ransom him for money?

How horrid.

[hatesdolls]

Someone needs a hobby.

[excruciare]

Careful, girl, lest the Monster you call actually come knocking 'round.

[hatesdolls]

Touchy, touchy. Can't take a simple observation?

[excruciare]

I could take your eyes, if you were to care to offer a more complex one.

[badtouchmybad]

Ah'm pretty sure that's a violation of privacy.

[excruciare]

Privacy requires more than a sleeping arrangement.

Or lack thereof.

[badtouchmybad]

Ah dunno, figured the rooms were private enough.

[excruciare]

What makes a home, if not the hearth built at its heart?