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[dignity_misery]

[ Carla Morir is quiet for a moment looking down into the camera, after that moment however she smiles wryly, lifting it to point at this gentleman. He gives her an irritated look, fiddling out a cigarette to blow the smoke at her.

All Carla has to say is this, ]

Someone come take this prick off my hands before I kill him.


[[ooc; I am weak. All of your 4th wall madness is welcome to me. Her brother Donovan (no_affection) may pipe up as well.]]

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[undrowned]

What did he do to you?

[a pause; and then, realizing how this could've been taken, hastily adds,] Other than exist.

[dignity_misery]

[ ... THIS ISN'T FAIR, SEPTEMBER. Her eyes get wide. ]

You're here?

[undrowned]

[bwahahaha.]

For now. It's never a permanent thing.

You're looking good.

[dignity_misery]

It's... sometimes people stay.

[She's not hoping. After what happened with Lou, she is not hoping September is here long enough to see her.]

You still look seventeen.

[no_affection]

We all failed to amuse her.

[His voice is lacking in anything resembling mirth. He's slapped his sister before.]

[undrowned]

I don't think that's it. Family's difficult, but you shouldn't have to make others suffer for it.

[a tilt of the head.] So, it must be something else.

[no_affection]

[He snorts.]

You do not know a Morir.

[They lived to make each other suffer. Father, son, and daughter.]

[worldofourown]

Or you could just kill him.

[ The most helpful advice. ]

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[dignity_misery]

Hear that, Donovan?

[worldofourown]

Has he been filling your head with judgments and pontifications?

[dignity_misery]

His judgments never meant anything. That's what irritates him.

[no_affection]

[He picks at his nails boredly.]

You mistake her investment in me.

[worldofourown]

She needn't be invested to commit murder.

Sometimes it's as incidental an act as throwing out the garbage.

[no_affection]

Has she taken up murder? Last I heard she was still content to see a man in jail.

[Which is worse: death or a life in captivity. Carla knows the answer.]

[bedsidemanners]

Would you settle for being stolen away instead?

[dignity_misery]

[oh hi raphael.]

I would.

[bedsidemanners]

Then your knight in shining armor has arrived.

[dignity_misery]

I wouldn't have taken that as your favored role.

[cloister]

You might at least sell him better than that.

[dignity_misery]

He's got a nice cock.

[...Has she made you uncomfortable yet?]

[cloister]

Would it wake me at unreasonable hours?

[no.]

[tishthatsfrench]

No, no. Manners beg that the lady goes first.

[dignity_misery]

You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who considers me a lady.

[tishthatsfrench]

Even without eyes there's compelling evidence.

Are you being bothered?

[no_affection]

[And because seriously.]

She is the furthest thing from a lady.