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Contrary to popular belief
I'm not dead.
I just ... fell in a few holes.
And then Dio threw me down the stairs for good measure.
So fuck off, I'm not going to die any time soon. -
Wow.
Remind me to stay away from Dio's room when he's seeing Versace.
I wasn't expecting that. -
Oh for the love of God...
Danny boy, I killed that cat of yours.
It came back.
Exact same little yellow cat with the exact same goddamn markings. What the fuck.
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Hey Versace
Maybe you should keep a closer eye on that damn kid. He keeps getting underfoot. He's, uh, also missing.
Good luck finding him. -
Hey, Danny boy.
Get your fucking cat out of Versace's room.
Now.
Or I'm going to find you and beat your ass. -
I hate you all.
I just thought I'd point that out. Especially the son of Dio that happens to live in the mansion.
...Anyone up for a game? I'm bored and I need new dolls. -
Not funny.
Holes in the floor?
Not funny, really. Annoying as hell. I'm going to hurt the next person I see. -
Poker chips
To those in Dio's mansion...If you find poker chips around your room, don't be alarmed. Also, don't be alarmed if a certain problem gambler comes rooting around in your drawers. He's a bit distraught.
Feel free to return to poker chips to Danny boy if you're feeling generous. -
Ugh.
I hate being a butler, really. Cleaning all of that crap out of one of Lord Dio's rooms took far too long and now my back hurts. At least I don't have to worry about tending to the lawn.
Whoever is moving into that room...I will stuff your soul into a puppet so fast if you mess it up and expect me to clean it. -
A note.
Anyone who does not live in Dio's mansion and is coming to have sex with him, please warn me in advance.
Thank you.
And don't touch my damned dolls.
((Ignore the actual first post in this journal; it's for another RP.))