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CHARACTER NAME

SILCO

CIVILIAN NAME

MISTER FISSURE

TEAM

BRIMSTONE

HOUSING NUMBER

017

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Comments

[immortalpoet]

Pester it out of me. Whatever will you do to me, next. One shudders at the possibilities.

[boys Please]

I...see. Would you want to see the result, then? You always did seem like the type who wanted to double-check on a job well done.

[zauneyete]

You might regret giving me free rein to pester it out of you.

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I did tell you I enjoyed watching you work, didn't I? There's always a certain satisfaction in seeing the work completed, as well.

[ Prevents him from missing loose ends, too. Not that Vergilius would Ever, but. ]

[immortalpoet]

Regret is a big, heavy word. Will you think it will apply to me?

["Enjoyed watching you work", he says. Here comes a sigh.]

Perhaps. But you're getting close to the fanboys and everything I have to deal with. Promise me you won't ask for my autograph, next.

[zauneyete]

I can be particularly motivated when I want to be. We'll see.

[ verg please don't lump him on with the rest of those schmucks this is different ]

Unless it's for administrative purposes, I don't make a habit of asking for signatures, don't worry. Just let an old man enjoy watching a professional in peace for once, hm?

[immortalpoet]

I don't see how that's better.....

[mmmmmm]

Don't count me in as some form of entertainment.

[zauneyete]

Oh, you don't see how? It's not about being entertained, Vergilius.

It's about understanding. [ a beat. ] Especially when it comes to those doing work for me. After all, how else will I know what types of tasks suit you best?

[ uh huh]

[immortalpoet]

That understanding thing, again...

[Them trying to understand one another...is it really possible?]

You could just ask me.

[zauneyete]

Yes, again.

[ Understanding being a pretense for who the fuck knows what is going on here. ]

I could — I might, even. But I know better than to simply leave things to be done out of sight. Call me paranoid, if you must. I still find it serves a purpose.

[immortalpoet]

I think you just like being a nosy busybody.

[zauneyete]

Me? Nosy? [ Well. ]

Perhaps. The question you should ask is: why?

[immortalpoet]

[DRYLY:]

Because you're obsessed with me, or something.

[zauneyete]

[ An annoyed huff. Taking the wind out of his sails and ruining the drama!

So dryly, in return: ]

Don't sound so eager at the idea. Otherwise you'll be disappointed.

[immortalpoet]

Ah, so as eager as I am to discover a fly in my soup. I see.

[zauneyete]

Hah.

Are you saying I spoil things?

[immortalpoet]

Do you not?

[zauneyete]

Only the things that should be.

[immortalpoet]

And what do you not want to spoil, then?

[zauneyete]

Hm.

[ A long, long pause, as if he is considering... Before the weight in the space between words seems to drop off. Discarded (set aside). ]

I suppose you really will just have to see what escapes my grasp unspoiled, won't you?

[immortalpoet]

Hm.

[He can feel it being set aside.]

[What a weight it is.]

I suppose I shall.

[zauneyete]

[ It's like an elephant in the room, so there's only one option when it's left in there, its presence something he can't ignore. ]

I'll let you know when we'll head out. For the cleaning up.

[ The only option is to leave. ]