#centipyrrhic

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centipyrrhic

* " Not a bad summary, everyone. "

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–––– ❝ Good to know SOMEONE appreciates my efforts. ❞

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@centipyrrhic said :  * " Shots? " :D

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–––– ❝ Are you attempting to get me absolutely cockeyed? Why not. Let us see who drinks who under the table. ❞

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  @centipyrrhic said: △ " Who do you miss the most? "

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––––   ❝ That’s gonna be a solid eight, I think. Not sure why you specifically wanna know this, but it’s my Ma. That’s all I’m gonna say on that. Really don’t wanna open that can o’ worms tonight. Ask me literally anything else, please. ❞

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––––   ❝ Four. Do you not know this already, dear? My heart yearns for many souls, but there is one in particular it pains for most-- Ro, my sworn brother. I know I will see him again soon enough.

...Just.

Likely not as his truest self. ❞

meme.

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@centipyrrhic

{ * A familiar voice, distant and low quality, sings. }

* “ Thought you should know…    Daddy died today    he closed his eyes and he left here    at 12:03    he sends his love.

   he wanted you to know    he isn’t holdin’ no grudge    and if you are, you should let    go… “

* “ … “

* “ Are you there? “

* “ Pick up. Pick up, please. “

{ * A laugh. }

* “ Call me when you get this. “

{ * Click. }

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Hey.

Hey.

What the fuck.

Lorin slowly pulls the phone away from his ear while giving it a judgemental side-eyed stare. Because of course you’d do something like this. Of course you would, and he knows you would, and you did.

If it wasn’t in your voice he would’ve tossed the device in the nearest bin, absolutely not heeding the directions. It’s a great thing he can tell who it is by the laugh ( and the admittedly endearing singing voice he suddenly has the need to hear more of but will absolutely not admit to your face ), considering that.

So... Lorin tap a tap taps that callback button and waits for the dial tone to stop screaming in his ears.

Then...

–––– ❝ ...Do you know what time it is. ❞ Precisely 8PM. The time all old men conk out.  Also his voice is adorably rough and raspy. ❝ This is... the most unorthodox way to wake someone, I will have you know. ❞

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{ * There's a phone on the table. It buzzes, screen lighting up.}{ * [1] new voice mail. }

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What scares him half to death is not the sudden appearance of technology he hasn’t seen in weeks ( where has that boy put that phone he was gifted ages ago? ), but rather the sound it makes as it rips him from his half-awake state.

Parlor chairs do not make for good beds, nor are they good for getting jostled in. Lorin, the poor thing, nearly topples it over in his panic.

It’s his fault for taking the safe route and occupying the usual room again rather than an actual bed. Sure, this particular parlor has been untouched by maids and nobility alike for months, likely forgotten as no one bothers to use it, but his aching body craves the embrace of a fine mattress.

He cranes his neck in order to take a gander at the familiar, little black box of wonders.

That’s new.

Has to be some Dia brand nonsense. He can feel it in his gut. Or is that the nausea?

Clammy? Sweaty? hands take hold of and gently grip the device as he goes to unlock it, finding there’s no need for a password. Odd. Throwing all caution to the wind, he accesses the inbox, places the device to his ear, and…

Well.

Listens intently to whatever lovely message is in store for him.

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* " Please end my wretched existence, I would only want it by your hands... actually nah that's way too edgy, even for me. But by all means use my torso as a knife block, I insist. "

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––––❝ And destroy one of the few things that bring me joy? How senseless. Especially out here, in an open field, where anyone could stumble across your dead body.

Think of the headlines-- His Royal Majesty Murders Some Twit in Cold Blood.

Framing the boy for murder is the last thing I wish to do. ❞

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* #he's stopped giving a fuck " Actually incorrect, you just gave me one unit of 'Fuck' verbally. "

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––––❝ Where are those words from. Who said that. Do not test me, old man. This body comes with a single dagger and I am not afraid to use it.❞

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* " I can't believe you haven't swore yet. You should say the 'fuck' word in rav's voice, savor the flavor of a cuss word. "

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––––❝ With mine own mouth? Do not be preposterous. I must keep some sense of sensibility.

...

Besides. Fuck is old-hat. If you must have your fun with me in this way, give me something more entertaining to say. ❞