Me: [in a sudden moment of self-doubt] Do you think I'm just playing your parts when I have conversations with you?
Dorian: Well, if that's so, you're doing a very poor job of playing me. I shall sue you.
Me: How can you sue me if you're just a fictional character?
Dorian: Wilde shall sue you, then.
Me: He's dead.
Dorian: Wilde's descendants shall sue you, then.
Me: They're... Hm. I don't know who they are, actually.
Dorian: That's a good thing, or else they would sue you.
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Dorian: The player frets and struts his hour upon the stage...
Me: Ugh, Shakespeare.
Dorian: What is wrong with Shakespeare?
Me: Nothing, you just quote it all the time. Too much Shakespeare.
Dorian: There is no such thing as too much Shakespeare, Julian. You astonish me.
Me: You astonish me.
Dorian: ...Why do I astonish you?
Me: ... Because you're... astonishing.
Dorian: [slow eyebrow raise]
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