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*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*Dice stares at his pinky*
Yeah. I agree.
Good luck dealing with him.
Thank you
[ He nods and disappears. ]
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*Dice stares at his pinky*
Yeah. I agree.
Good luck dealing with him.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
He just. I don't know. It's hard to believe that he's that torn up over this shit after reading those messages.
He's genuine, just stupid.
I guess. I'm just pissed.
Mhmm, I don't really care. Take that up with Mr. Hanover over there.
Fair enough. Thanks for reattaching stuff.
It's not a favor. One of you two will pay later. Probably him.
Was the knife in the leg not enough?
That was only to get his mother's attention so I'd show up.
Tough love I guess. No special deals for your special boy?
He's a trillionaire. His life is a special deal.
Fair enough.
And I do love him, but he's still a pain in the ass.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
He just. I don't know. It's hard to believe that he's that torn up over this shit after reading those messages.
He's genuine, just stupid.
I guess. I'm just pissed.
Mhmm, I don't really care. Take that up with Mr. Hanover over there.
Fair enough. Thanks for reattaching stuff.
It's not a favor. One of you two will pay later. Probably him.
Was the knife in the leg not enough?
That was only to get his mother's attention so I'd show up.
Tough love I guess. No special deals for your special boy?
He's a trillionaire. His life is a special deal.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
He just. I don't know. It's hard to believe that he's that torn up over this shit after reading those messages.
He's genuine, just stupid.
I guess. I'm just pissed.
Mhmm, I don't really care. Take that up with Mr. Hanover over there.
Fair enough. Thanks for reattaching stuff.
It's not a favor. One of you two will pay later. Probably him.
Was the knife in the leg not enough?
That was only to get his mother's attention so I'd show up.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
He just. I don't know. It's hard to believe that he's that torn up over this shit after reading those messages.
He's genuine, just stupid.
I guess. I'm just pissed.
Mhmm, I don't really care. Take that up with Mr. Hanover over there.
Fair enough. Thanks for reattaching stuff.
It's not a favor. One of you two will pay later. Probably him.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
He just. I don't know. It's hard to believe that he's that torn up over this shit after reading those messages.
He's genuine, just stupid.
I guess. I'm just pissed.
Mhmm, I don't really care. Take that up with Mr. Hanover over there.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
He just. I don't know. It's hard to believe that he's that torn up over this shit after reading those messages.
He's genuine, just stupid.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
It seems so.
He's pitiful.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*he turns his head and spits out any remaining blood before pulling his finger out of his pocket*
The bastard got you more trouble than you could need, hm?
[ She holds Dice's hand and begins sealing the finger back on, somewhat crudely. ]
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*he nods*
[ She forces open Dice's mouth and holds the tongue in place while it's welded back in. A very thin metallic line is left where it's being reattached. ]
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*he hands over his tongue*
[ She clutches it in a fist. ]
Nod if you sincerely want this sewn back in you.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*he raises an eyebrow*
[ She extends a hand. ]
Give me the tongue. Snyder, be quiet.
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
*dice turns around*
*dice is working a little over time when he starts to cough. The coughing gets more intense as gold dribbles out of the corner of his lips. The gold begins to drip from his nose as the coughing gets worse and he falls to the ground. Gold begins to pour out of his eye socket and onto the floor. He's then vomiting gold with his blood mixed into it.*
*he just stares down at his blood covered hands*
I thought that I could buy you time to escape by playing along with him, and I didn't mean to let it get so far.
*he just shrugs again*
I'll let you stab me once I get your tongue back in.
*he nods*
As many times as you want, too.
*he kinda shrugs some more. Communication is limited and they should have gone 50 miles by this point*
[ Fine. Snyder skids into his driveway and out of his car as quickly as he can. ]
*dice gets out of the car and follows Snyder*
I really hope someone who can help is home...
*he gives Snyder an "are you fucking kidding me" look"
If they aren't, it's fine, I can call Dad.
*he raises an eyebrow*
I'll just. Go ahead just in case.
[ He calls Grim's name before squatting by a large gold-plates vase and sobbing in a choppy mix of languages. ]
*dice just tried to chill*
Just sit down and I'll figure things out.
*he roles his eye and takes out his phone*
[ Snyder groans. ]
"I'm supposed to be the one who's incapable of doing anything"
I'm doing my best. I've just been out of it lately, but now isn't the time to discuss that.
"I would like to be able to eat ass again. Then talk I guess."
I am trying.
[ Snyder gets up, grabs a nice from the kitchen, and stabs himself in the leg while screaming at the vase some more. ]
*dice just sits quietly*
[ Sytri shows up silently, standing behind Dice, and sighs. ]
Gay Rights!
Hello there. -Lierre @ Soboka
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What’s your name? I’m Lierre.
Sobaka! You have a pretty name.
Thank you. It’s French. Your name is nice too.
Thank you! It is Russian. I don’t know what for.
Oh, interesting.
Thank you.
You’re welcome. It is very nice to meet you, Sobaka. I hope we can become friends.
Oh, I love friends. That would be incredible.
Oh, good. This is easier than I thought.
*He seems happy with this.*
Oh good! I don’t want to be difficult.
You seem quite friendly. How did you end up here?
[ His ears twitch back. ] Oh, nothing big. How about you?
I apologise if that was too personal a question. As for me, it’s a bit of a long story, but I will tell you if you want to hear it.
I do!
Well, the last time I was alive was a very long time ago. I was stranded in a forest due to several factors affecting my youth, when I was very young. I had really no means to survive by myself, and so, like any rational young child, I turned to black magic. It was actually quite a feat that I got it to work, if I’m honest. I was given a second chance, at the expense of an eternity in hell. Not that it’s all that bad here, once you get used to it. But still, I didn’t even get another decade.
That is impressive.
Oh, thank you. It’s very lucky I was an avid reader as a child.
I read a lot too.
I am quite lucky; my duke has an extensive library, and lets me borrow anything I like as long as I don’t cause trouble.
The Lord lets me use our library too! She gets angry if it isn’t neat, though.
I like reading books about gardening the most. What kind of books do you like?
I like books with stories.
Oh! Those are good too.
I like adventure books the most. Especially pirate ones. Prince Sytri doesn’t have many, but I’ve asked the princess to find me more.
I could see if our library has any like that.
Don’t trouble yourself with it.
If you say so.
So, do you garden?
Yes, I love to garden!
That’s so cool! We don’t have many gardens.
We have so many. Which is one thing I love about it here.
It must be so pretty. Princess Celeste has a garden with some rare flowers and catnip, but it’s hard to visit and it’s nearly all there is. I’d love to see more gardens.
Yes, they’re amazing. I spend most of my free time there.
You can visit them, if you’d like. I’m sure my duke would allow it.
If it’s no trouble, I’d love to.
No trouble at all. It would be nice to have some company.
[ Their ears perk up and they smile big. ]
Besides, the friends I have are always pestering me to be more social. Maybe now they’ll stop.
Oh, I hope so.
Me too.
And I won’t pester you about anything. Or I’ll try not to.
*He smiles.*
Thank you. I appreciate it.
You are welcome.
I don’t often meet new people, but I’m glad I met you.
I’m glad I met you too!
I had better get going now, though.
Oh, okay.
Goodbye!
