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Not today Justin
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Eighteen? Had he not had centuries upon centuries of practice controlling his appearance, his dismay would have been apparent. Far, far older, my friend.
What, forties or something? He asked in an almost teasing mental tone.
“Very funny, Daxesh. I do not suppose that Wilfred’s humour has caught up with you, ah?” she quipped, though nothing could eradicate the fashioning of a grin. “Come on, darling. Why don’t we go to that nice ice cream place not far from here that Coleridge never shuts up about?”
"Oh God, you don't think it has, do you?" He couldn't help a laugh, and at her suggestion he nodded. "Yeah!"
“Then that is all that matters, Dax,” the older woman sighed; and no matter how appropriate it may have attested as, she cupped his lovely face in pallid hands. “Oh, Dax. My darling Dax,” sighed Fleurette. She embraced him, tightly. “I am so glad that things have become better. I knew that everything would.”
Smiling at the embrace, he hugged her back, just as tight. "You said it'd all be good, and it is. Are you sure you can't see the future?" He asked teasingly.
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She wanted to laugh, to shake her head at the silliness Coleridge tended to pertain at times. “Oh, please. It was that one time,” the experiment quipped, “but I understand, darling. As long as Wilfred is treating you right, and you are happy, then so am I. He does not want my wrath, ethereal being of God or not.”
"I can't ever see Wilf treating me anything but right." He told her, a soft smile quirking his lips, despite the fact that she was unable to see it. "Don't worry, Fleur," Dax assured, nudging her softly with his elbow. "We're all good."
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“Someone with too much time on their hands,” she spoke in turn, and shook her head. “How have you been, darling? Has Wilfred been treating you well? I’m sure Coleridge wouldn’t mind if you lived with us if you wanted.”
"Way too much time." He agreed, before smiling. "I've been good, yeah. Wilf's been great." Dax assured her. "Oh, no I don't think he'd be too happy with a fox sleeping on the sofa."
Of course, she pulled a pout at the explanation itself. “And there I was, thinking it would be something interesting,” she complained to Dax. “How boring.”
Dax huffed out a slight chuckle and nodded. "I know, right? It's boring as hell. Who wants to go around taking pictures of themselves all day?"
aking-withoutacrown saw you shifting
Vidic could only stand there and blink a few times before letting out the smallest, amused chuckle. “Well he certainly sounds …eccentric. But bloody hell, how would he ever expect anyone to figure that out?”
"Heh, yeah. He really wasn't the best at being helpful, despite all he tried."
“—… What in God’s name is a “selfie”?”
"It's when you take a picture of yourself, basically." Dax explained. "I don't really get all the hype."
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”Yea, but hey, nobody’s perfect.”
"Yeah, unfortunately not."
mr-film-student saw you shifting
"That’s amazing."
"You think?"
aking-withoutacrown saw you shifting
"You think so?" He smiled at him. "That sounds like it’d be interesting. Wonder if I can solve a riddle or two, though I doubt it, I’m not good at those things.” He laughed a little.
"He's always really vague." Dax told him. "He once said something to me about 'beware of the green stuff'. He meant mistletoe. As in; it's a parasite. And by that he meant that my friend's sister was draining us of our powers every time she touched us. Needless to say, I had no idea until it was too late."
"What is a list of bucket? Does one make a list of buckets they like? Or perhaps write activities on buckets and then arrange them in the form of a list? If that is the case, I would rather just make a list of regular."
"No, it's-" Dax chuckled a little, shaking his head. "It's a list of things you wanna do before you kick the bucket."
"That means die." He clarified.