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I'm crying your honour
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Peter was someone whom Lily simply did not concern herself much with. He existed in his plane of existence, and she in hers. She cared little about their paths crossing and would have been content to ignore him. Yet something (poorly made drugs maybe) had possessed the man and made him follow her, pestering her. He kept insisting that she was "not as strong as she pretended to be." She told him several times to go off and leave her be, yet he insisted on following her and repeating his accusations.
Finally, he said, "I bet if you punched me, I wouldn't even feel it. I bet I could stop you with one hand!"
She stopped and looked at him. "Is that a challenge, Kirkland?"
He smirked, rolling his shoulders. "It's a threat. Put 'em up." He squared off and made a "come at me" gesture.
She stared at him in silence for five seconds. Before he could blink, her fist collided with his mouth. He was sent hurling backwards to the alley dirt. He was sprawled out, mouth bleeding, before he could even comprehend what had happened.
"Get yourself a better dealer," she said.
āŗ Dye your hair brown
āIs this a joke..āĀ
Leaves and returns in about an hour with brown hair.Ā āNot sure what the point of this is but there, happy?ā
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Sheād heard the door open, but she didnāt look up from the journal in her lap. She didnāt need to. The young man would no doubt be drawn by the light in his kitchen, wondering why it was on. And when he came to investigate it, he would find her. The Berliner was sitting in one of his dining chairs, her right leg crossed over the left. Everything about her appearance was planned, from her black leather boots, her slim trousers, and her perfectly fitting blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her black leather jacket was resting behind her on the back of the chair.Ā
When she noticed from the footsteps that he had come in, she flicked the page in the notebook.Ā āUnited States. Caitlyn. Whored herself out for bread, apparently.ā Her voice was nonchalant, almost bored even. Her bright green eyes looked up at him and stared straight into his.Ā āWell now. Thatās not a very nice thing to be writing about someone, you know. Especially a nice lady like her. Didnāt Arthur ever teach you any manners?ā
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āFor someone who was literally born to be a hunk of metal floating in the ocean, he sure is a weak and ridiculous mess. Youād kind of expect something tougher and more interesting from someone who grew up on the ocean, but he just wound up being a sad, perverted forever teenager, wearing glitter spandex that rides right up his ass.ā
Lilyās out here picking on Sealand like he doesnāt still rank higher than she does
She snorted and actually laughed. "Oh please, as if micronation status has much meaning. He's a fort in the middle of an ocean. I'm the capital of one of the most successful nations in the world. Besides, being a nation, micro or not, doesn't grant you god status. You know, I ran into Rome, not too long ago. Yes, the Rome. He's not an empire anymore, but he is still his city. He taught me something that a lot of the nations ought to bear in mind. We cities are more resilient and necessary than them. You can have a city without a nation, but could you really have a good nation without cities? No. We were here before them, and we may well be here after too."
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Is It Mushy Hour? Itās Mushy Hour
āNow, this oneās a bit odd!Ā Iām not all-together sure what the universe is playinā at by sticking the two of us in the same place, Iām sure thereās some sci-fi explanation but that donāt matter really. What I do know, is that when I met Sir Loony Bin Twin, it was becauseĀ āe was on some sort of... Eurovision-induced-depressive-drunkspiral, so I was like, okay, obviously this is some Ghost of Eurovision Future thing, and Iām supposed toĀ āelp this poor bastard out.āĀ
āSo obviously the sopping idiot keeps tryinā to help meĀ instead!āĀ He laughs, shaking his head as if to dust away the very thought.Ā Ā āI doĀ enjoy that we bothāve got that... self-righteous sort of...āĀ
He mimes the act of reaching out in alarm before immediately losing heart, as if heād just helplessly watched a flowerpot fall to the floor on the opposite side of the room.Ā Ā āLike, āNo, stop, right, hold on, youāre mucking it all up, just quit that and listenĀ for a second, youāre makinā a proper mess,Ā justĀ hold still and letās get your damn act together, yeah?āĀ ... You know?Ā Like-- you put two people like that together and you get nowhere.Ā But itās nice, still.Ā If weāve got to roundabout care about our own selves by outsourcing it to some... sci-fi parallel-world nonsense, then so be it!āĀ
āItās hand-to-God unbelievable thatĀ āeās still tryinā, honestly.Ā Iāve kind of been bullyingĀ āim lately-- weāre just different enough to get on each othersā nerves I think, and itās not as though Iām notĀ gonna bully some proxy I can project onto a bit, given the chance.Ā Like, I knowĀ thatās what Iām doing, even while Iām doinā it.Ā And anyone else mightāve given up on me by now, probably, consideringĀ āow Iāve been-- and āeās better about that than I am, for sure.Ā Heās got that sort of-- right, whatāve you done about it to fix it?Ā attitude like our prince had.Ā Like, I thoughtĀ I did, but then youāve got this madlad idiot to show me right up in that regard.Ā Sort of makes me want to drag his depressed arse up by the anchor chain like, right, letās get going then, if youāre gonna talk that big!āĀ
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ā... And thenĀ āeās like, hereby Iāve diagnosed you with needinā therapy, and youāre gonna do it whether you want to or not-- in fact youāve just toldĀ me you donāt want to, which Iām takinā as proof you need it even more, as I canāt see past my own nose enough to understand why you might not want to do exactly what I tell you to, when exactly when I say it.Ā Itās maddening!Ā Iād wonder whoĀ āe thinksĀ āe is, if I didnāt know exactly already.Ā And thatās the worst part!Ā Is this really the impression I give off to people?āĀ
āItās not even like the sopping bastardās actuallyĀ older than me, itās just that it looks likeĀ he is!Ā If I needed advice on settinā shit on fire because I canāt reign in my own head for a single minute, or like, gettinā absolutely soaked in public and passinā out into somebodyās rose garden, Iād know just who to go to!Ā But obviously I donāt!Ā Itās embarrassing is what it is. Really, I oughtāve seen it coming!Ā He told me, about that he derelicted and moved away someplace else the first chance āe got, and Iāve gotten this wretched gut feeling ever since.āĀ