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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

[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.]