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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]

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.]