Peasants, The Lot of You

(( Percival Harrington ;; 41 ;; FC: Jason Lewis ;; Bully: Canis Canem Edit OC ))

[molotovtaylor]

Good God

They're at it again.

[sir-harrington]

Such stamina...

[molotovtaylor]

I'd say he gets it from me, but I want nothing to do with such leacherous activity.

[sir-harrington]

Frankly it’d be rather impressive, if it weren’t so deplorable, that is.

[molotovtaylor]

Good God

They're at it again.

[sir-harrington]

Such stamina...

[sir-harrington]

Text to: @endofcory

[Text]: Do leave Keegan alone now, will you?

[Text]: His ego is rather fragile, I fear you might wound him.

[Text]: I mean, you wouldn’t want such slanderous claims to make their way back to your mother, would you?

[Text]: Be a good girl and let the adults handle our own business.

[endofcory]

[text]: i mean what’s gonna happen if they do make it back to her

[text]: it’s not even slanderous if it’s true

[text]: besides, this is fun

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: Fine.

[Text]: How much do you want?

[molotovtaylor]

[Text to @sir-harrington / Perc]

[Text]: Your niece is pushing my last bit of patience.

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: My what?

[Text]: Oh- yes, her.

[Text]: And what pray tell do you expect me to do about it?

[Text]: It isn’t my fault you’re gay.

[molotovtaylor]

[Text]: Christ. Not you too.

[Text]: I am not gay.

[Text]: And unless you want her going around insisting we're an item, you better have a talk with her.

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: Are you physically incapable of fighting your own battles?

[Text]: Good Lord, Keegan.

[Text]: I’ll do it, but I certainly wont be happy about it.

[molotovtaylor]

[Text]: We're not a "thing".

[Text]: Right?

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: You do realize I’m married, don’t you?

[Text]: As much as I care for you, old chap, I don’t believe Blanche would be enthused to find we were a “thing”.

[sir-harrington]

Text to: @endofcory

[Text]: Do leave Keegan alone now, will you?

[Text]: His ego is rather fragile, I fear you might wound him.

[Text]: I mean, you wouldn’t want such slanderous claims to make their way back to your mother, would you?

[Text]: Be a good girl and let the adults handle our own business.

[molotovtaylor]

[Text to @sir-harrington / Perc]

[Text]: Your niece is pushing my last bit of patience.

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: My what?

[Text]: Oh- yes, her.

[Text]: And what pray tell do you expect me to do about it?

[Text]: It isn’t my fault you’re gay.

[molotovtaylor]

[Text]: Christ. Not you too.

[Text]: I am not gay.

[Text]: And unless you want her going around insisting we're an item, you better have a talk with her.

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: Are you physically incapable of fighting your own battles?

[Text]: Good Lord, Keegan.

[Text]: I’ll do it, but I certainly wont be happy about it.

[molotovtaylor]

[Text to @sir-harrington / Perc]

[Text]: Your niece is pushing my last bit of patience.

[sir-harrington]

[Text]: My what?

[Text]: Oh- yes, her.

[Text]: And what pray tell do you expect me to do about it?

[Text]: It isn’t my fault you’re gay.

[molotovtaylor]

.

Percival, your kid is losing it.

[sir-harrington]

Not my job.

[molotovtaylor]

If that thing kills my son, I’m not making another one.

[sir-harrington]

It strikes me as odd that you would think I’d care.

[molotovtaylor]

I’ll be taking your heir as collateral.

[sir-harrington]

Unlike you, I’m not against starting over with a fresh canvas.

[molotovtaylor]

I don’t feel like calling my ex-wife to make another child.

[sir-harrington]

That sounds like a you problem.

[molotovtaylor]

.

Percival, your kid is losing it.

[sir-harrington]

Not my job.

[molotovtaylor]

If that thing kills my son, I’m not making another one.

[sir-harrington]

It strikes me as odd that you would think I’d care.

[molotovtaylor]

I’ll be taking your heir as collateral.

[sir-harrington]

Unlike you, I’m not against starting over with a fresh canvas.

[molotovtaylor]

.

Percival, your kid is losing it.

[sir-harrington]

Not my job.

[molotovtaylor]

If that thing kills my son, I’m not making another one.

[sir-harrington]

It strikes me as odd that you would think I’d care.

[molotovtaylor]

.

Percival, your kid is losing it.

[sir-harrington]

Not my job.

[sir-harrington]

Who is putting these on my computer?

[endofcory]

🤭

[sir-harrington]

Cordelia, good. Come help me with this infernal machine.

[endofcory]

sure... what do you need me to do?

[sir-harrington]

Fix it. Get rid of these images.

[endofcory]

i don’t know if i can but i’ll try

[sir-harrington]

What good are you children if you don’t know how to fix the machines you seem so glued to? Ridiculous.

[endofcory]

i’m not a tech guru. at least i don’t post memes about becoming bald.

[sir-harrington]

Neither did I.

Will somebody tell me what a meme is already?

[sir-harrington]

Who is putting these on my computer?

[endofcory]

🤭

[sir-harrington]

Cordelia, good. Come help me with this infernal machine.

[endofcory]

sure... what do you need me to do?

[sir-harrington]

Fix it. Get rid of these images.

[endofcory]

i don’t know if i can but i’ll try

[sir-harrington]

What good are you children if you don’t know how to fix the machines you seem so glued to? Ridiculous.

[sir-harrington]

Who is putting these on my computer?

[endofcory]

🤭

[sir-harrington]

Cordelia, good. Come help me with this infernal machine.

[endofcory]

sure... what do you need me to do?

[sir-harrington]

Fix it. Get rid of these images.

[sir-harrington]

Who is putting these on my computer?

[endofcory]

🤭

[sir-harrington]

Cordelia, good. Come help me with this infernal machine.

[sir-harrington]

Who is putting these on my computer?

[sir-harrington]

Someone explain this.

[sir-harrington]

Why is this on my computer? Delete.