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[ His fingers drum against the metal he holds. Metal that's been shaped into a pair of curving handles, meeting at a vaguely humanoid head. The neck and downwards, though showing signs of once existing, no longer do, leaving wires dangling unconnected. Soot streaks one side, masking the metallic glare. It takes him a moment to turn towards the newcomer, though chances are that he took note of them long before. ] What.

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And d d d - - - - now.

[ Whatever he was referring to doesn't manifest, though the smile spreading across his face certainly does.]

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What exactly do you mean by that?

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Believe me. I doubt even you could amaze me with your stupidity.

[ He was, after all, mentally rooming with someone who thought 'takes one to snow one' was the pinnacle of humor. ]

And no, that is  n o t  an invitation.

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❤

3. Your muse just tried to drown mine. 

[ He gasped awake, fingers clawing at the thankfully dry ground. ] Why.

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❤

4. Your muse has a new pet horse. My muse tries to convince yours not to keep it.

It's a horse. What use do you have for a horse?

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What did you do?

[ And down he goes, breath shallow. Now's your chance. ]