video;

[a_parting_word]

I believe he'd say there's a... a way with scissors, and a way without them.

That's all you need to know about what happens behind locked bedroom doors. We're done on the matter.



[ ooc: oh so cursed, but at least imparting great wisdom. :( b ]

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[haring_to_go]

[ ... has this whole conversation been a lie? ]

Oh, well, I know a nice little glove shop that's hidden down a side street. I could... show it to you, sometime.

[a_parting_word]

...men's gloves, Liam?

[haring_to_go]

What would Oz do with a pair of feminine gloves? Of course they're for men!

[ he pulls out a handkerchief and cleans a lens regaining his composure. ] If you recall, I did not arrive here in the best of shape. I'm afraid I was forced to replace my original pair shortly after that.

[a_parting_word]

I'm not about to ask what you did to call for a replacement.

[haring_to_go]

[ ... no, there was no hope for Gilbert ]

You are far less observant then I even gave you credit for. [ and he knew how dense you could be. ]

[a_parting_word]

What's with that kind of disheartening talk? You're turning into Break, aren't you...

[haring_to_go]

Xerxes? I would dearly hope not. [ He may be friends with the guy, but he certainly does not want to be him! Just think of the mayhem. How in the world can anyone live with that? ]

[a_parting_word]

And yet you both have the same talent for finding my faults. I suppose that's only to say there're a good deal of them. Sorry, Liam.

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam shakes his head ]

No, it's a fault of my own. It has nothing to do with you.