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009 x 900 // voice // my secret candy heart

These things are disgusting, all they taste like are the artificial colors. It's a sad excuse for a candy.

And I'd hoped that a memory of 'Voyeurism' would be a little bit more interesting than what it was. You should have just joined them, doctor.

[[ooc; may end up a placeholder for tonight, I have tickets to a fight~ yaaaay]]

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Excuse me?

That was quick.

[well, that confirms it, along with a sick, lurching feeling in his stomach]

How much-- [no. he clears his throat, weakly.] You're blunt to the point of crassness.

I'm not much for subtlety.

Or discretion.

*That remark catches his eye; will be watching the conversation*

I would need cause for discretion.

You've had more than enough cause.

[She snorts.]

You answered.

You already knew who it was.

I have a name and a supposed occupation, that's not much of anything.

Far from supposed.

What, I was meant to just take your word for it?

You've already gotten me in a very poor mood. I'd rather not have my credentials called out on top of everything else.

I already noticed that you're touchy.

[...all her jokes are that terrible, and often that antagonistic.]

You don't know anything.

I never said that I did.

No, but you think you do. You think you have something to hold over my head. But you're a little late for the party.

[Carla laughs throatily.]

You've over-estimated my investment in you. You were quick to jump to that one, is it something you experience often?

I've got nothing more to say to you.

No? That's too bad, I was having fun.

They leave much to be desired. Flavor-wise, and effect-wise.

I never imagined that a memory labelled 'Murder' would be so bland.

Too pedestrian for you?

I suppose watching it second-hand differs from the visceral...experience.

No question there.

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