TWENTY-THREE : Let the father die, and let the monster rise

[wristsniper]

Another holiday? I'm assuming I should be cautious. However, in light of what happened on Mother's Day, those who were accidentally compelled to bring me toasters may each ask one small favor of me. I think it only fair.

[Filtered to Eirin]There's been news from home. I'm apparently still alive. But I have no idea what it means; I've been here the

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Let's just not talk about the attacking City Hall until I know how it went down shall we?

[weaponsparked]

[Oh? In regards to Mother's day...?]

...

Tell me I'm gorgeous. Tell me I'm amazing. Tell me you think you're a terrible strategist in light of everything that's happened here. Tell me you wish you were like me.

[wristsniper]

[He can make her say things. He can't make them true, or make her outright lie. She feels compelled to give him a dose of the truth.]

You are attractive--tall-backed. You are amazing at missing the point. I believe I am a terrible strategist, and I regret my past decisions. And yes, Sideswipe, I wish I were you. I wish I could live in blind ignorance like you.

[weaponsparked]

[Not. As. Planned.]

Jump up and down.

[wristsniper]

[Hop. Hop.]

There.

[weaponsparked]

Again.

[wristsniper]

[Hop.]

[weaponsparked]

Three more times.

[wristsniper]

[Hop. Hop. Hop.]

If you say that again, I'm going to injure you.

[weaponsparked]

Jump up and down.

And don't injure me. Compose a poem to me instead.

[wristsniper]

[HOP. GOD DAMN IT.]

It's best if I hang up to write that.

[AND SHE DOES.]

[weaponsparked]

...

[Just going to wait, then.]

[wristsniper]

[Olivier will mail it to him.

It will not be flattering.

Arrives in 3-5 business days.]

[weaponsparked]

[He still gets the satisfaction of making her hop up and down in place repeatedly.]

[wristsniper]