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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.))

Comments

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

In either case, you do a good job of it.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you think I'm doing good at something.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi, don't twist it like that.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Why shouldn't I?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

'Cause that's not what I meant.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

So?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Why are you being so difficult about this?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm not! I even talked. See? Not difficult.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

You are too being difficult. And cheeky.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm never cheeky.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

You're being cheeky right now.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No I'm not.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[SIGH. Messing with his hair in frustrationnnnn.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Your hair looks best mussed like that.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Is now really the time for that?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yes it is.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I think you need to straighten out your priorities.

((. . . hitting the post comment button? Why would I do that? *headdesk*))

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I think you should mess up your hair more often. And lose the tie. Even if I like the tie, but only because it's fun to play with.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . You're changing the topic to something that really has no bearing on our conversation.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

So? It's better than yelling at each other.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I reckon so, yeah.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

There you go, then.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

So you want to stop fighting, then. [Because sometimes stating the obvious is the best way.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Fine. We'll stop.