Second Over || audio

[fiveagainstradley]

Does anyone know if the pet store is open on Sundays? Or on these visitor weekends? I'm looking to buy a dog, you see.


[ooc: 4th wall time! bring him everyone, even doubles if only because I'd love to see someone else from this canon ]

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[fiveagainstradley]

[ . . . ]

I dunno. Some places shops close on Sundays.

oh my god I'm really really really sorry for Jorma

[dripspoison]

But that's utter rubbish, why'd anyone ever bloody do that? What good's that do, make some fuckin' little old church cunt feel better about herself, makin' shops stay closed? Sorry, no fuckin' chance.

haha it's ok

[fiveagainstradley]

Well, if it makes you feel any better [ PERSON HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ] the shops are open after all.

>.>

[dripspoison]

Like I said, they'd bloody best be. [Flick, flick, flick, and she inhales to light her cigarette.] Oh, yeah, and I'm meant to say "hi", I s'pose. Fuckin' joke. Like you're meant to mean somethin' to me, I don't think. 'ow many fucktoys has dad had by now anyway, I can't even count and yeuch, I don't fuckin' want to.

<_<

[fiveagainstradley]

[ Then David remembers Luke's kids are in town and he does the math. He's met Fenris and he's having tea with Helen so this must be Jorma. But first things first, he sputters incoherently for a bit. ]

I'm not-- we haven't-- I mean we don't--!

that face forever

[dripspoison]

Likely story, I know my own fuckin' dad, ew again. [She takes a long drag on her cigarette.] Look here, Allard, I dunno how you think it fuckin' works but I stay separate from you. You don't own me in the fuckin' least. Just cos you sprung my dad from gaol, doesn't make you a fuckin' hero. I reckon, as you went and helped the Aesir by liftin' the glorious idiot's thundercock from where it'd been rightfully buried for good, well. I reckon you ain't worth shite. So I'm sayin' hi and that's fuckin' it. Don't expect fuckin' playtime or teatime or whatever my daft bloody siblings are up to. See you at fuckin' Ragnarok unless I'm too busy havin' my fuckin' head beaten in. [Tirade done, it's time for another long, furious drag of her cigarette.]

ok

[fiveagainstradley]

I never asked you to be pals with me, I don't care if you don't want anything to do with me. That's fine. It was Luke's idea anyway. I don't think I'm anyone special.

[dripspoison]

Ooh, poor you. It's too fuckin' late now. You've tangled yourself up in this, and I hope you choke on your own fuckin' mortality, wanker. [Jorma out. Apparently. Girl has issues.]