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[somany_stars]

(Perry is slouched in a chair on the Mansion's porch, despondent. He looks grim, as is his wont when unhappy, and has a hand over his forehead. The lights are focused entirely on him.I realise this is stupid, but I hope it's not entirely unexpected--I'm not happy. There's nothing to do here. It makes me tired. There's a paradox for you. I even miss

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[john_ofdarkness]

*John comes onto the porch, leaning against a pillar--just silent, for the moment, with Perry's back to him*

[somany_stars]

I can hear you breathing.

[john_ofdarkness]

I'm hardly trying to conceal it.

[somany_stars]

I'm just saying you can't sneak around if you don't learn to breathe less like Darth Vadar.

[john_ofdarkness]

Did I give you the impression that I'm trying to sneak around?

[somany_stars]

You always give me that impression.

[john_ofdarkness]

*moving into his field of vision, with a smirk* I'm sorry to break your heart, duck, but a man with smoker's lungs is all but incapable of sneaking around.

[somany_stars]

And yet for some reason you still make the effort. It's a little pathetic.

[john_ofdarkness]

Is something the matter? I haven't even tried to provoke you yet, and you're already calling me pathetic. You're doing things out of order, and it's unsettling.

[somany_stars]

I beg your pardon. You want to start over?

[john_ofdarkness]

Should I provoke you, or are we past that point?

[somany_stars]

You just being there provokes me. Next?

[john_ofdarkness]

*turns away* I am no longer sure why the hell I bother being here.

[somany_stars]

here? Yeah, me either.

[john_ofdarkness]

*somewhat amused, and somewhat bitter at once* I would suggest we bury the hatchet, had you not already buried it in my back.

[somany_stars]

What would it accomplish, anyway?