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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[illithidnapped]

[Utterly cruel. How very dare.]

Ahah. Don't.

Now you're just toying with what's left of my cold, dead, heart.

[thereneverwas]

Surely a fellow like you has prospects throwing themselves at his feet.

[It's genuine; he's a bit surprised.]

[illithidnapped]

Well. I certainly have friends in low places. [A little joke, given how much time he spends in Lowtown’s more colorful districts.]

But no, there aren’t any parades of suitors lining up in front of my door.

I’ll survive. Flatterer.

[thereneverwas]

I expect you will. No matter the odds.

[It's a compliment and an indictment all at once.]

[illithidnapped]

[He wouldn’t have it any other way.]

Rest up, darling. And do check in on her when you have the time.

I’m sure she’ll be just thrilled to hear your voice.