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[doeswhathewants]

[Serrure's Starkphone is balanced on the ledge of a building, filming him in profile as he leans over that ledge, elbows on the concrete top. Lemons are piled near waist high next to him. One is in his hand.] When life gives you lemons-

[He turns to the camera and grins, then chucks the lemon in his hand down at some unsuspecting person below.]-toss them off of a very tall building at people.

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[doeswhathewants]

A cold hard fact where I am from.

Why do you enjoy the pain and fear of others, Karl? Did someone hurt you when you could not protect yourself?

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[worldofourown]

What a fairytale world you live in. No wonder Repunzel likes you.

...Aspiring to be a therapist when you grow up?

[ Yes. Someone did hurt him. Pre-Chiropteran Karl was the biggest Moe imaginable. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

What are your intentions with her? She isn't the sort of person that should be harmed.

Not at all, you are simply an easy read. [The most blase look ever though inside he's pretty sure he hit a bulls eye.] Someone took away your power and now you seek to destroy that memory by taking away the power of others? How cliche.

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[worldofourown]

Touching.

Not that my intentions are your concern.

[ A snort. ]

...Do try not to prattle about healing my supposed wounds with 'patience' and 'understanding'. The power of friendship, maybe.

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[doeswhathewants]

Healing. [He laughs.] Oh no, it is far too late for you to heal.

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[worldofourown]

[ He agrees. ]

Perhaps with some of your magic blood, I can hope to.

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[doeswhathewants]

Not even if you asked nicely.

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[worldofourown]

[ He wasn't planning on asking. ]

At least you agree that your blood is magical.

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[doeswhathewants]

I agree that you think it is. But as we both know, your thoughts and perceptions are... skewed.

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[worldofourown]

Not in this instance.

[ Idly. Almost to himself: ]

Who were your parents, I wonder...?

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[doeswhathewants]

The Queen of France and a Gypsy Prince, of course.

In all instances.

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[worldofourown]

Of course.

...Whatever helps you sleep better at night, little man.

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[doeswhathewants]

I sleep the sleep of the truly innocent.

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[worldofourown]

I know.

[ A rather unhealthy gleam in his eyes. ]

Fetchingly innocent.

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[doeswhathewants]

Are you ever not trying to be a creepster?

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[worldofourown]

Is that a trick question~?

[ It's his default mode. Alas. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

No?

Perhaps you should refine your etiquette. Take a few classes.

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[worldofourown]

Says the boy dropping lemons from a rooftop.

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[doeswhathewants]

That is how you know you are in dire need of said lessons.

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[worldofourown]

Pft.

When you graduate to higher levels of fun, we'll talk of lessons.

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[doeswhathewants]

What, like perving on children? No, thank you.

[HAHA his old self and Karl probably would have gotten along.]

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[worldofourown]

[ They would have. Eerily well. He even has a 'complicated' relationship going on with a Favorite Blonde Big Brother. ]

There's other types of fun.

[ Immolation. Flaying. Disembowelment. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

Anything that does not involve rape, murder or general assault?

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[worldofourown]

No.

[ Hee. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

You are kind of boring, you know? Repetitive.