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red gaze

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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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Comments

[bowtography]

... [ in her best Dead Inside Verg voice. ]

"If Malkuth doesn't want to talk to me, I'd accept it... without trying to change it... or anything..."

[ flapping a hand. ]

Izou at least reached out to me first when we weren't talking.

[immortalpoet]

[FACE THAT HAS EATEN FIVE LEMONS]

That is not the same thing and you know it.

[>:(((((]

Good for him.

[bowtography]

I just think you definitely can't criticize him on that front.

[ Serenely. ]

[immortalpoet]

I can criticize him all I want. Nothing stopping me.

[bowtography]

Hypocrite. [ sing-song. ]

Shouldn't you focus more on bonding over your common ground or something?

[immortalpoet]

Why would I want to bond with him.

[IGNORING THE HYPOCRITE ALLEGATIONS]

[bowtography]

You clearly need friends.

[ March, that's rude. ]

[immortalpoet]

I don't need them.

[FRIENDLESS4LIFE]

[bowtography]

[ This is just a flat look that says she is not actually buying that. Okay, buddy. ]

[immortalpoet]

Stop giving me that look. You don't know me.

[bowtography]

Oh, I know a few things.

[immortalpoet]

Like what. And no, you can't say what Malkuth has said.

[bowtography]

[ she's taking a lengthy sip, fingers lightly drumming against the cup. ]

You're grumpy but sentimental about certain things, you act like you're being inconvenienced, but you still go out of your way to help if you're asked, you're weak to pretty girls, you don't have a very high opinion of yourself, you've got a pretty dry sense of humor but at least it still exists, your face isn't my type but I do agree with Malkuth that your eyes are nice.

[immortalpoet]

...

[WHAT IS THIS READING OF HIM FOR FILTH LIKE HEY. HEY. THE F]

....Pretty girls?

[LIKE HE HAS TO TRIP OVER THAT PART]

[bowtography]

[ YOU ASKED, BITCH ]

... If I have to explain it, I'm going to lose a little more faith in you.

[immortalpoet]

Ah, yes. Because I helped you, and it was because you were a so-called pretty girl.

Turn in your detective badge. You're bad at this.

[bowtography]

So-called?!

[ I'm sorry did you want her to say anything else ]

[immortalpoet]

[siiiiiip]


[(roland voice) suffer as i have]

Don't give me easy bait.

[bowtography]

Don't play dumb.

[ With a sigh, before she moves to stand up. ]

Anyway, enjoy your coffee.

[immortalpoet]

[The light in his eyes ticks up, suddenly - an eerie sight, but his voice is tinged with hoarseness.]

Don't leave just yet, March 7th. Sit down.

[bowtography]

[ Okay, that is definitely eerie, but March has dealt with so many intimidating people who just do not use their manners that she does not sit down. Only the crew gets to get away with that, so she just stares at him. ]

Usually when you want someone to do something, you say "please."

[immortalpoet]

...

[His voice scratches on his tongue, like that of an old ghost.]

Please. Please sit down.

[bowtography]

...

[ The sigh does not actually leave her throat this time and she moves back to her chair, plunking down into it. ]

[immortalpoet]

...

[The light from his eyes dies down a little.]

Do you still have it? The plushie.

[bowtography]

Of course I do. I told you I'd hold onto it so I could give it back.