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[hatesbears]

Three fucking months of doing jack all, bitches. Need a fucking job; no fucking way I'm spending ninety days hacking off with Gay.

Oh, Asher?

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[maleficentia]

Vindication for the three of us that thought you could do it, &c.

And, yes?

[hatesbears]

Marry me.

[maleficentia]

[maleficentia]

Oh dear, but I'm afraid Prudence has just asked.

[hatesbears]

I will forgive you, my dove, as has been proven, a man always needs one homosexual affair to get out of his system before he sees the world with, dare I say it? Rose colored glasses.

[maleficentia]

Oh, but you are kind, my little orchid blossom. Prudence has proposed Iceland for the honeymoon, but given my overwhelming sentimental attachment, perhaps you would deign to come along?

My, but this is a pickle. Whatever will the community think?

(Although I really don't think I'll be able to forgive you the rose colored glass comment.)

[hatesbears]

Will you line us wives up two by two, in rain or shine, Miss Clitvel? The smallest one was Roseline?

[maleficentia]

I'm not reading you any children's literature, if that's meant to be a hint. Perhaps you ought to be proposing to Mr. Tweed.

[hatesbears]

Cashtro, I may be resolutely hammered; however, in the choice between Nicole Kidman and Harri, I, the goddamned Roseman, would fucking save Nicole.

[maleficentia]

Yes, well. Who wouldn't?

[hatesbears]

Fuck knows, BUT LET ME GET BACK TO MY EXPLANATION OF OUR LOVE. You are distracting from the sparkling beauty and symmetry of our souls.

(by the by, Ashi, food availability?)

[maleficentia]

Right, right. Distracted, as per; do forgive. Christ, you are far gone. Was there a part about windswept hillsides coming up, because I may just have to check out for a bit.

(Lots of goddamned cake. And lasagna?)

[hatesbears]

Now, now, quit Stalin with your cliches of our soon to be wedded bliss, before I can allude to the beauty of the Austrian countryside and our future seven children.

(orly.)

[maleficentia]

Now, now, let's not even joke about children. Or Austria, for that matter.

(Yes, really. Graduation is conducive to my apartment having far too much food. People feel inclined to "thank" me for my "influence" on their "lives." I'm not yet convinced it isn't poisoned.)

[hatesbears]

Now, now, all this UNNECESSARY bitterness; what's the Maotter with you?

(An hour? I have no objections to having my body used and abused as taste tester.)

[maleficentia]

[...] You are something else.

Just in a good mood, I suppose. What with the two wedding proposals in the last few hours.

(Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Will you be able to navigate the subways, or am I to pay for a cab on your arrival?)