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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

Comments

[hexappeal]

The point was that you like to state redundant information?

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[hexappeal]

Beside that -- [eating that torn-up croissant, now] -- it's not like you're trying to sleep with me. So I'm not sure what your problem is.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

There isn't one.

[hexappeal]

No, you aren't jealous. [It isn't too bitter, mostly just matter-of-fact.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

No.

[hexappeal]

You're just self-centered and can't understand why someone wouldn't want you.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Suppose that's the crux of it.

[hexappeal]

It makes more sense than you being jealous.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Because it makes no sense why someone wouldn't.

[hexappeal]

[She slides an elbow on the table, cupping her cheek with a hand.] Please feel free to walk me through this.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not.

[hexappeal]

Because it'd be too hard to make up bullshit on the spot?

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I'm very good at that. Just can't be arsed.

[hexappeal]

Afraid your feelings will show? [At least she doesn't appear serious about this. Why be serious, anyway? So much easier to joke around and pretend that everything's perfectly fine.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Not sure I have many of those left.

[hexappeal]

You've got enough of them.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I'd rather I didn't.

[hexappeal]

Life would be so much easier without them.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[hexappeal]

Unfortunately, we do. [She eats another bit of the croissant, leaving about half of the remaining shredded pieces.] Anyway, I should get going. Arthur's probably going crazy since I'm off on my own and I didn't tell him where I was going.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Can I escort you back?

[hexappeal]

[Crap. That was also her way of sliding out of this conversation without it getting any more unpleasant. She stands and allows him to do that thing, quickly heading to the register and paying for the both of them and leaving a tip. Rather than leave him at the table, without an answer, she extends her arm.] If that's what you want.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I would. Don't worry, I'll leave you once we get back.

[hexappeal]

[Affectionate feelings, huh.] What's the point of escorting me, then? I can take care of myself, you know.