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[shall_yield_us]

[ One angel + a myriad of candy pieces = apparently far too much chewing, as he takes one every so often.

Munch. Munch. Crunch.

(And the occasional wince, maybe when the candy-induced vision's a little unkind.) ]


Oh, enough with the warnings and the ever-weeping Cassandras. Shall we make a contest of it, then? A wager?

Whose tongue can take the taste of more of these? Come, come, no need to be shy. It's only indescribable humiliation for someone else, after all.

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[bedsidemanners]

I know more than enough about the people here already. I don't have any burning ambition to discover their secrets, too.

[shall_yield_us]

If Uriel broods, that woman lies inert, and our fairest Lord Michael is constantly engaged in... whatever it is we'll assign his waste of air to -- exactly which of you four of the Elements was supposed to possess intelligence, then?

[bedsidemanners]

There's a marked difference between disinterest and stupidity.

[shall_yield_us]

Not under the circumstances, Raphael. Learn something from this, from me, from your millennia of life, if you would learn nothing more: inaction is action.

[bedsidemanners]

Inaction is despised.

[shall_yield_us]

And yet you make your goal of it.

[bedsidemanners]

Call it a bad habit.

[shall_yield_us]

A malaise, my love?

[bedsidemanners]

You know I'm perfectly well.

[shall_yield_us]

The good doctor in ailing, oh, that would be rich.

You're in health, but you're not well, Raphael. Make the distinction.

[bedsidemanners]

It's hard to respect the diagnosis of a madman.

[shall_yield_us]

An intelligent madman, I'll thank you.