SEVENTY-FIVE

[tehpuck]

Ah, City, must I say I'm disappointed? How long have I been gone, a year, a month, a week, a day? And what have you done in your spare time? Have you prepared at all? Have you done nothing?

No parade?

Shameful. Though I suppose I'll forgive you with time if you produce a harem quickly enough. Well? Snap to it.

[ooc Yeah, I totally finished that

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[tehpuck]

[A self-satisfied smile in return.]

Mourned, I expect. [A pause, followed by more vulpine smiles; you may call it dry humor, Robin calls it flattery.] One of the best things about faking my own death, I think, is the mourning and the eulogy. [Can that smile get more lascivious? Yes. It can.] And the mourning women, So easy to... convince.

[tehpuck]

Suicide into a large river. Ironic and difficult to find the body.

[tehpuck]

And because kill myself? Me? Have you been smoking Demeter's pipe weeds? Of course not.

[tehpuck]

Yes, of course, that, too.

Syrinx. [He grins,] Yabbos like you would not believe.

[tehpuck]

[Hush, you, that's canon. Robin is oblivious in sight of the wall of his awesome,] Amongst other things. [He supplies a knowing look.]

[tehpuck]

[With that wall of awesome? Possibly. His eyes roll skyward,]

Well, they were quite the yabbos. [Why yes I do love having him say that. What of it?]

[tehpuck]

Not that nymphs can survive the surgery to attain such things-- not that they'd need to, have you ever seen them? [He makes the whole hourglass-shape-gesture with his hands.]