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[brushoff]

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flood;

[betacuck]

Who the fuck is Rosina Sawyer?

flood;

[brushoff]

A ghost that fucked me over in the Blitz.
How do you know that name?

[betacuck]

I got it? I mean I got you talking to her. Fucking congratulations you little mental ninja, it was kind of awesome.

[brushoff]

Well go on, kiss and tell. What did I do?

[betacuck]

Seduced her into a backroom--I fully thought this was a threesome sex dream at first by the way--someone else was there and it got pretty Noir pretty fast. Someone named Delilah?

[brushoff]

Ah. Yes, I think I remember this now.

Everything with Rosina grew...complicated near the end. I think that threesome was the start of when things went downhill.

[betacuck]

That was a threesome?! That was the most sinister sounding intro to getting your yayas out and your chachas off I've ever heard.

[brushoff]

I never said I was a good person! [ he whines. ] Besides, when I was younger, I had a flair for the dramatic— [ you still do, dipshit ] —and a nasty habit of ignoring people's comfort zones.

[betacuck]

[ That 'you've got to be kidding me' look Dorian threw him earlier in the month?

That's coming right back at you, bucko. ]

[brushoff]

Don't look at me with that face,

[ whine! whine whine whine!!! ]

[betacuck]

Hey, good for you for getting your dick wet, sinister or not, it's just nice to know you were always like this.

[brushoff]

What can I say, I'm boringly predictable in some regards.

[betacuck]

Hard disagree.

Why was that threesome so gnarly feeling, anyway?

[brushoff]

Because I wasn't giving a shit about Rosina's wants and needs? Hell, because I wasn't giving a shit about Rosina in general.

[betacuck]

I guess. [ Roman's face scrunches up. ] You got yours, though, so does it actually matter?

[brushoff]

Of course it matters, [ Dorian points out, with a frown. ] I got mine, yes. But in the end? I hurt someone else. And it hurt me in retaliation.

[betacuck]

[ Dorian's frown is met with a nonchalant shrug. ] What, your precious feelings were hurt?

[brushoff]

Roman. I'm me. You know that when I say 'I was hurt,' it's usually in the midst ridiculous fashion.

Anyway, she came back as a ghost and tried to murder me.

[betacuck]

[ Roman's almost used to people saying ridiculous shit, so it only gets half of a wince this time. ]

There it is. I'd say congrats on surviving but you're immortal.

[brushoff]

I'll take the congrats anyway. My ego adores praise.

[betacuck]

How big has it gotten since you've been on the ship? Or has barge life taken you down a peg.

[brushoff]

Darling, it's only gotten worse. Now I get the added knowledge that Oscar's book has transcended universes.

[betacuck]

[ That earns another genuine giggle. ] You're way more boring in mine. Don't think I ever finished it.

[brushoff]

You are so lucky you aren't my inmate, otherwise I'd give you required reading.

[betacuck]

That's probably the cruelest thing you can do. You know who reads? Sexual misanthropes and monks.