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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Wednesday also brings Rose as War, yes, that War, the horse(wo)man of the apocolypse]

My God you lot are boring. If I'm not out trying to get myself killed all week, I at least expect something to keep me busy.

And the faster someone turns on the lights, the better. I still hate being in the dark.

((So, because War is fun! threadhopping is encouraged, but really only so everyone gets into fights and stuff. The more violent, the better! No death, please, though. The unwritten rule, and all that jazz. So yes, being around Rose right now=unexplained urges to fight and whatnot. Go for it.))

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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No, I face it all the time. Just because I don't let you know doesn't mean I don't.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[oh, ow.]

Well, it's so big of you to settle for the lowly likes of me, then.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

There you go again, misinterpreting what I say.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

The message seemed awfully clear.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Fine, then. Think what you want. I really do give up this time.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Fine. Wizard. Molto bene. I'll stay out of your hair.

[Turning on his heel and starting to walk off.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[jdla;sjfslj stupid emotions that are getting bottled up again. This can't be healthy.]

--wait.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[When he gets some distance from Rose, he notices that a lot -- a lot -- of his epic rage disappears. He's not quite sure what that means yet, but he does realize that he was, indeed, being a bit of an idiot.

Because of that, he stops walking and takes a deep, deep, deep breath -- but also because of that, he doesn't turn around.]

What.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I didn't really mean that.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[with no malice-- well, okay, just a tiny bit, but not as much as you'd expect--]

I think you might have.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Sigh] I really didn't. You just make things harder for me to deal with.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[still not turning \o\ ] And how do I do that?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Because you just do. Everything surfaces.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And how much of that is specifically my fault?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I don't know. And that's not an invitation to psychoanalyze me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . So it's basically just me, then.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, I dunno. I think it's mostly me, actually, but I'm not really working on finding out.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[He's finally turning around now-- oh, but that's really bad timing, because he's feeling his annoyance flare up again.]

Might want to figure it out soon.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Why's that?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

'Cause I'm really not sure how much more of this I can take.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

How d'you think I feel?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Bit better than me, I'd reckon.

I mean, after all, you get tired of one, you've got two more to flock to! And if none of us are good enough, you've got other versions -- and then if all of them aren't up to par, you've got Jack or this Prince Horace bloke.

Really seems like you're having an easy enough time.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You really are thick, you know that?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

So I take it that means you think I'm wrong.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No, not think. Know. I know you're wrong.