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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[poleaxed]

Mate, c'mon. What would we talk about?

Anyroad, Stone wants me to help you with training in the yard until you heal from what ails you.

[thereneverwas]

Stone?

And I'm afraid that's going to be a long wait.

[poleaxed]

Yeah, the Commander.

Good, it'll give me something to bloody do. And you can sit on a dais and tell me how I've fucked it up, yeah?

[thereneverwas]

Now that sounds like a plan.

I wonder who’s in possession of the softest chair in the Gallows, and what I have to do to get it from them.

[poleaxed]

Aww, you don't think pretty please will work?

[thereneverwas]

Worth a shot.

Do you think that’ll also work to get a tarpaulin and an assortment of maidens to feed me grapes?

[poleaxed]

I think maidens are in short supply in this outfit. Only monsters. I'd toss grapes into your mouth. Target practice.

I would sincerely enjoy throwing food at you from a distance, mate. Or a height.

[thereneverwas]

Are they? Damn.

But I'll accept that challenge, as long as it's food I want in my mouth.

[poleaxed]

It's a date, then.