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[viatorius]

whichever asshole has been moving the buildings around, can you not do that? you're making my job really freaking hard.

( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.

She needs to be distracted. )

and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!

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[spellslots]

You know...

I can turn other people into shit, too?

[viatorius]

what.

w h a t.

omg.

[spellslots]

I turned Superman into a cat

[She might not know who Superman is but like, it's in the name.]

[viatorius]

you're doing me next!!!

[spellslots]

I'm sending John a screenshot of this message ;)

[viatorius]

i don't know if he's the jealous type, but have you seen him?

( Son, no. )

[spellslots]

I have seen him, actually, that's why I drunkenly hit on him the first time we met

[viatorius]

yeah, you know i would have to if i hadn't been on the run from the government. there just wasn't time to tell him he was unfairly attractive and i wanted to have his babies.

( She doesn't want his babies.

Okay, maybe one day. )

[spellslots]

I also didn't tell him I wanted to have his babies, so we've got that in common

But I think he knows he does not need to worry about me stealing his girlfriend, you're not really my type, darling

[viatorius]

i kinda figured.

( #GAYDAR. )

you're still making me a dinosaur one day.

[spellslots]

It's not hard to pick, huh?

I'll make you a dinosaur one day, promise