AUGUGHWUASJFHTAUAUAHGH...

[grope_crope]

AUAUAUUAUAAAAAUGH!!!!

.....

*somewhat calmer* Hello, chums.

Am all presentated and accountifable... I think. *just a bit whinily* Ti-ibs... come give me a hug, old bean, I'm in desperationistic need of someone who doesn't hate me!

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[_greenified_]

*just a bit offended* I should hope you don't honestly believe that Tibs is the only one who doesn't hate you?

[grope_crope]

...*flails a bit* *just a bit* *just like Elphie's just a bit offended* ...of COURSE not. I just - ...oh, Lurline! YOU give me a hug, then, my lovely spinach-hued maiden, but I must say, our relationsation isn't exactly the same thing as me'n'Tibs. *just a bit sulky, too, come to that*

[_greenified_]

*laughs a bit* Spinach-hued? You know, I honestly think that you are the only one who could ever get away with saying that. Perhaps Tibs could too though... hmmmm...

And I certainly doubt that our relationship is anywhere near similar the one that the two of you have. *grins and pulls him into a very tight hug* Now, what is the matter dearest?

[grope_crope]

*slightly distractedly* Of course we are, my verdanous virgin. No one else would dare.

And I should jolly well hope not! *buries his face in her shoulder, his speaking muffled* 'm just so lonely... and Tibs is nowhere about, and that stupid poet keeps snapping at me and... oh, nothing. Everything.

[spy_the_tiger]

ACK! *flails. Clings* Blame the typist, dazzarling. I'm everso sorry I've not been by, but she's not let me talk hardly at all. It's very boring, without you, y'know.