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[heavenonthemind]

Who: Judas Iscariot, Iago, and Facilier at some point, I believe.
What: Spam!log in which Judas tries to win Iago's heart over with his favorite dinner, cake, a rose, and song. Facilier is his love coach.
When: Saturday evening.
Where: Iago's room, Level 7 - 008.
Warnings: Awkward rejections and non sequitor comments from Mr. Old Spice.

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[inhumandog]

[Iago flung open the door with a flourish and then paused.] Ah...you. Well, you know that Sexby and the Marquis have forbidden your little advances, yes?

[He didn't make a move to push him away, though. His new personality wouldn't allow him to resort to such physical aggression. He was just the friend. The sidekick.]

[heavenonthemind]

[Judas looked up at him with an adoring smile, his own new personality having little care for rules or regulations of any sorts, social or otherwise. What mattered was love and looking fabulous.]

Nothing should get in the way of love, not even them.

[But it came out somewhat jumbled with the rose in his teeth. Nonetheless, he half-held up the three bowls in his arms.]

[inhumandog]

[Iago stepped outside his door and shut it behind him so they were both in the hallway.]

What is thi- look, you can't be here, alright? So just...go back to your room and neither of us have to get in trouble.

[heavenonthemind]

[Judas's smile faded but he forged ahead nonetheless. Persistence, Angelica had said, persistence.]

It's dinner. I made it for you.

[And he tried to shift the bowls in his arms.]

And cake.

[He continued to brim with an unadulterated joy and affection.]

And this rose is for you.