January 25, 1945

[dark_butler]

More hallucinations. Right. I'm starting to find them dull.

Rather Ineptly Filtered Away from Girlycard
Shopping List:
Garlic
Holy Water
Blessed Wafers
Wild Roses
Oil of Wild Rose
Silver (bullets, powder, chains, &c.)
Clergy (not to bring home, obviously)
Varnish stripper
Varnish
Bandages
Hawthorne wood

Comments

HACKED!

[tinyvampiregod]

Vicious little thing.

What are your plans for the clergy member?

[tinyvampiregod]

I thought we agreed not to be difficult.

[dark_butler]

We're compromising. You never give me a reason to use anything on that list, and I'll never use anything on that list.

[tinyvampiregod]

And if you use it against me under the City's influence without provocation?

Will I be free to .... retaliate accordingly?

[dark_butler]

No.

[tinyvampiregod]

That's not entirely fair, Angel.

[dark_butler]

You know, the 500 year old vampire with regeneration, control of shadows, and virtual immortality can just piss off about fair.

[tinyvampiregod]

Mm.

No.

If you choose to keep those things around, you are responsible for them. And actions have consequences.

[dark_butler]

You should remember the same thing.

[tinyvampiregod]

Vexing.

And my mood was stable before this.

I blame you.

[dark_butler]

That's what you get for poking your nose where it doesn't belong.

[tinyvampiregod]

It will be fair to assume that any ... mishaps ... in the flat are attributed to you and your supply.

[dark_butler]

Not with that menace you call a coffin walking around.

[tinyvampiregod]

I would know if he did it.

[dark_butler]

I'll remember that the next time you say you didn't know it stole my fags.

[tinyvampiregod]

...oops?