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She's not a demon. You probably just pissed her off.
We already tested each other. Besides, I'd just... be able to tell.
[ she hopes she would, anyway?? kind of fucked up if not ]
[ she hopes she would, anyway?? kind of fucked up if not ]
Well—yeah, you're right. But she's my girlfriend. If she was acting strange, I'd see it.
(Vega makes a squawking sound of disbelief and goes completely silent.
So she's been sitting here, badmouthing one to the other with Clarisse in the know the entire time? And probably laughing to herself at Vega's indiscretion?? A hot roil of embarrassment makes her eyes water, hard.
She swallows.)
Fine. I retract my statement.
So she's been sitting here, badmouthing one to the other with Clarisse in the know the entire time? And probably laughing to herself at Vega's indiscretion?? A hot roil of embarrassment makes her eyes water, hard.
She swallows.)
Fine. I retract my statement.
[ oh, come on, vega, it's FUNNY ]
Which one? That she's a demon or that she wears a hostile, frightening expression?
Which one? That she's a demon or that she wears a hostile, frightening expression?
She hasn't mentioned you at all.
[ oooohhhh diss ]
[ oooohhhh diss ]
[ wow sorry for calling to make sure you weren't a demon ]
You got any idea how t'catch a bird?
[ hello coworker. he's busy whittling something into the underside of a desk - not his own - ]
[ hello coworker. he's busy whittling something into the underside of a desk - not his own - ]
Y'don't like -
[ his knife stops scratching a moment to take it in. well. whatever. ]
- Nah. Gotta get some letters off on a raven, and Rookery won't take a bribe.
[ his knife stops scratching a moment to take it in. well. whatever. ]
- Nah. Gotta get some letters off on a raven, and Rookery won't take a bribe.
Pay - [ look. he's not a bright man. ] - The bird?
Yeah, yeah I reckon that'd do it,
[ lazar points the knife at her, then taps the side of his forehead, twice: ]
Listen, you ever need help working out your own con-un-drum, owe y'one.
[ lazar points the knife at her, then taps the side of his forehead, twice: ]
Listen, you ever need help working out your own con-un-drum, owe y'one.
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