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[bloodspeaker]

 

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"SAY WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY.  DO YOUR BEST NOT TO MAKE THE MESSAGE A COMPLETE FUCKING WASTE OF EVERYONE'S TIME."

 

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[bloodspeaker]

I was, again, not speaking literally-- you know what, forget about it. Put it out of your mind before you pull something up there.

[he waves the tart around before biting into it, very delicately, so as not to spill crumbs.]

And it's a blueberry tart. I prefer skethylberry, but those just don't exist on this sad excuse for a planet.

[he takes another bite. Mmm, so juicy and fresh.]

[fitful]

[ stare some more, blink some more. he doesn't know what skethylberry is and probably wouldn't be able to repeat it if asked, but. but. ]

...Can I have one?

[bloodspeaker]

That depends. Are you going to burn down or otherwise destroy my fucking apartment?

[fitful]

No! 'course not! [ SOUNDING ALMOST OFFENDED. or maybe just mock-offended.

he ran out of matches anyway. ]

[bloodspeaker]

Are you going to kick the shit out of me again? While eating all of my pastries?

[JUST TRYING TO BE THOROUGH.]

[fitful]

[ THINKS VERY HARD ABOUT THIS ]

I... won't get any pastries if I say 'yes', right?

[bloodspeaker]

No. You will not.

[fitful]

[ fffroooooownnnn ]

Then no. No kicking....

[bloodspeaker]

[quickly.] Or punching.

[fitful]

[ SUDDEN, FRUSTRATED SIGH ]

No punching, kicking, biting, stabbing, choking, otherwise maiming, otherwise killing -- promise. [ He rattles off the list like it's one that he's had to memorize. ]

All right?

[bloodspeaker]

[Adrasteius nods briskly.]

Fine. Come over, then, and you'll have a whole plate.

[fitful]

[ was he scowling before? NOT ANYMORE. he leans in way close to the camera and grins. ]

All right!

[ pause. ]

Uh. Where?

[bloodspeaker]

[Adrasteius wonders, very briefly, if this is really such a good idea. But he did make an awful lot of tarts.]

It's Unit 408. The door's not locked.