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[dredefulchilde]

You may have noticed the stacks of IV bags filled with blood in the refrigerator. Those are mine. I suffer from a rather peculiar form of anemia, and I require regular transfusions in order to remain healthy. I need that blood to live. If you tamper with them, I will make you wish for death.

-J. Fitzthomas

Comments

[runs_on_batteries]

Not in my house. I'd chuck that and the person who brought it out my backdoor.

[He's not kidding.

However it amuses him to hear the logic behind threatening people. He can't and won't argue with that logic! You sure he can't call you Moxie? You sure have a lot of it.

The last part gets another grin.]

Of course. We have plenty of things to do around here, but they only want to be entertained and not do something productive.

[No he wasn't hinting at a particular spider boy.]

That might be all the sewing needed. Have you met Kaito yet?

[dredefulchilde]

It’s surprisingly tasty, once one allows oneself to be comfortable with the main ingredient. Rather like haggis.

[Though pig’s blood is far less tasty than the human blood in the refrigerator. At least for certain undead fifth graders.]

I’d much rather read or blow people up in Call of Duty, but since I am here where neither of those things are possible, I suppose I’ll muddle through with the sewing.

Who is Kaito?

[runs_on_batteries]

I don't eat intestines either.

[Seriously kid, you're grossing him out.]

I've attempted to go vegetarian a couple times, but there just isn't anything better than a good cheeseburger and bacon.

[His eyebrow rises at the remark about video games.]

You know there's video games in the game carriage, right? Though I don't think it has Call of Duty.

And Kaito is a teenager who is training to be a magician. He didn't get to bring any of his tools with him and needs some assistance finding or making his supplies. I thought it might be fun to have him perform for us sometime.

[dredefulchilde]

Haggis is a sheep's stomach. Regular sausage casings are intestines, though.

[Oh, he knows it. He'll continue in this disgusting vein ad nauseam. Literally.]

I do, but as yet no one has taken me up on my standing challenge to race. They are less fun when one is forced to play by oneself.

What good are video games if you can't thoroughly humiliate your opponent? That's why I rather enjoy Call of Duty. Not only is it delightfully gory and violent, it's amusing to see grown men fall to pieces when they realize that they were utterly destroyed by someone who hasn't gone through puberty yet.

[Their suffering is his joy.]

That seems rather dull. Can he do real magic, or is he just the sort that does bad card tricks and pretends to pull rabbits out of a silk hat?

[runs_on_batteries]

Whatever, it was one of those nasty organ meat dishes.

[Fortunately they just had salmon or after this conversation he was going to have issues with regular meat for a while.]

Uh.. can you really be called that?

[He's not saying why not, he just is hinting that isn't a fair assessment of skills!]

Either way, meet me in the game room you little punk. If I win, I get to call you Moxie.

Wrap?

[dredefulchilde]

Why shouldn't I be? It's true. I have never gone through puberty. Nor, thanks to a combination of the Black Death and the ministrations of a female vampire who saw a dying child and decided to recycle him, will I ever. So the comment stands.

[Is that excitement in his voice?]

You're on, Stark.

Wrap!

[runs_on_batteries]

So now we know why you're always in such a grumpy-ass mood..

[He flashes a grin at the screen before turning it off and meeting Joss. Too bad the little bugger beat him.]

Wait, no, NOW it’s wrapped

[dredefulchilde]

Mm, yes. I’ll never experience the joy of my voice cracking or having body hair spring up in unwanted places. However shall I cope?

[Don’t worry, Tony, Joscelin is magnanimous in his victory. Except...no, he actually really isn’t. He’s an absolute little shit about it.]