stones of farspeech; post-age event

[scourgingstars]

So.

[Have you ever heard someone so unbelievably angry they've looped around to an affectation of calm pleasantries? Now you have.]

Shall we all collectively agree to never speak of the prior month again? Or, failing that, I advise anyone who spoke to me to swiftly forget you did so for your own good.

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[scourgingstars]

[can you HEAR the desire for murder in this sudden silence, church. can you.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[must be all that time spent around tex and wash and their silent, murderous stares behind helmets]

I mean, I guess that'd be a little embarrassing? But I mean, not like you did anything bad. You weren't shitty or anything. That I saw.

[scourgingstars]

A little embarrassin--?!

[hhhhHHHHH]

Forget it. I don't expect anyone to understand.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Before that I met you once, so I sure as fuck won't understand. Oh, man, but you would've forgotten about your boyfriend, huh! Got some lost time to make up for, bucko.

[scourgingstars]

He's not my boyfriend, you walking short-circuit.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Right, sorry, your It's Complicated. He at least didn't seem like his memory was all fucked, anyway.

[scourgingstars]

And how stunningly fortunate that was. Heavens forbid we should have had that problem atop however many others.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, at least your big bird still recognized you, too! Wasn't all bad.