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[lasorelli]

Being, as you all know, a kind, good person (*glares at Meg and Jammes*), I feel it is my solemn duty to inform you of this most frightening fact

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[smart_wheels]

Oh great. Now I'm gonna have to be watching my back all of tomorrow.

[eagle_of_words]

Thank you for the warning, my dear girl. Considering my ways, it's a good thing to be told of in advance. *grins and remembers to be very carefully going under all bridges*

[valetudinarius]

You should stay 'round with me and nothing too terrible should happen, in that case.

[lasorelli]

Ack! You made the thirteenth comment! Dreadful bad luck, I'd bet...

[eagle_of_words]

What a splendid idea, my dear fellow. If only my typist were not always having 'crises'.

[evade_the_siren]

Yes, darling? *beams*

[lasorelli]

...are you only marrying me 'cause you'd like to have sex with me, or because I'm pretty or something? Jammes suggested it first!

[evade_the_siren]

. . . *blinks really slooooowly*

I'm marrying you because I love you, Sorelli. You're beautiful, but that's definitely not the sole reason I proposed. *turns red* I'm not marrying you because I want to have sex with you. I don't. *awkward pause of DOOM!* Er, that is - *flustered!* - that's not what I meant. Perhaps we can talk about this somewhere more private?

(Typist: *snickers madly and is consequently thwapped*)

[lasorelli]

*blushing* Yes. That would be more appropriate, I believe. Ah, my journal, perhaps, or the chat?

[trusty_sidekick]

Superstitious rubbish, I say. Tomorrow shall be a Friday like every other. *smiles* Just wait and see.

[lasorelli]

Rubbish! Well, we'll see about that tomorrow, m'sieur?

[trusty_sidekick]

I suppose we shall.

[permanent_blur]

*worriedsqueak* ... die?