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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy's narrator is fail at the moment and failing to think of things to say. So long story short, we find our hero hanging about in the Astral Bar. Alas he seems to be drinking alone though, and that is shameful and sad.

So obviously someone needs to come along and keep him company.

He is behind the bar, trying to figure out what he will be drinking. Being chained to Kisha!Ten was a pain in the behind, to say the least. But now he is FREE! And thus he is chilling at the Astral Bar, celebrating his freedom and things.]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sours]

Did you want something?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you were grapes, I'd spit you out.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, what?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sour. You're sour. You turn sour at the slightest provocation. It's effortless to get under you skin, which I could hold to the metaphor, but I'd really rather not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you didn't either, so at least we're agreed on that one.

And I'm not sour. I'm well....not sweet, I suppose, but something else that is the far and away the opposite of sour.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[gives him a grin]

There is one way to find out.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[confused]

What's that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Oh, don't even bother.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No no, just completely fail to notice. You're not the first of you to do it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Notice what?

[confused...then looks like he might have thought of something, but seems to shrug it off]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...Doctor? Is there a spark of intelligence in you yet?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have a glare and then back to being thoughtful]

You say what it is you meant.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Shan't.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Why?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The uncertainty is more amusing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

Fine, then I suppose it's probably best to assume it was just something you said to confuse me in the first place.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What do you want to believe?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter what I want. It just matters what is and what isn't, and what I know is you want to see me uncertain.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I politely but vehemently disagree. Desire matters more than reality. Without desire, there's no motive to alter that abhorrent, existent truth.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Some truths are fixed and can't be changed no matter how strong your desire might be. Why waste the time you have on things that can't be shifted?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why waste my time on the weak-willed who believe in the immutable? There is nothing that can't be deconstructed.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Can you be deconstructed?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

By a will stronger than my own. There is none.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if that's a yes or a no.