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I'm crying your honour

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Kiss Symbols || Accepting

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Peter was someone whom Lily simply did not concern herself much with. He existed in his plane of existence, and she in hers. She cared little about their paths crossing and would have been content to ignore him. Yet something (poorly made drugs maybe) had possessed the man and made him follow her, pestering her. He kept insisting that she was "not as strong as she pretended to be." She told him several times to go off and leave her be, yet he insisted on following her and repeating his accusations.

Finally, he said, "I bet if you punched me, I wouldn't even feel it. I bet I could stop you with one hand!"

She stopped and looked at him. "Is that a challenge, Kirkland?"

He smirked, rolling his shoulders. "It's a threat. Put 'em up." He squared off and made a "come at me" gesture.

She stared at him in silence for five seconds. Before he could blink, her fist collided with his mouth. He was sent hurling backwards to the alley dirt. He was sprawled out, mouth bleeding, before he could even comprehend what had happened.

“Is this a joke..” 

Leaves and returns in about an hour with brown hair. “Not sure what the point of this is but there, happy?”

She’d heard the door open, but she didn’t look up from the journal in her lap. She didn’t need to. The young man would no doubt be drawn by the light in his kitchen, wondering why it was on. And when he came to investigate it, he would find her. The Berliner was sitting in one of his dining chairs, her right leg crossed over the left. Everything about her appearance was planned, from her black leather boots, her slim trousers, and her perfectly fitting blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her black leather jacket was resting behind her on the back of the chair. 

Get Out Your Burn Ointment || Accepting

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Is It Mushy Hour? It’s Mushy Hour

“Now, this one’s a bit odd!  I’m not all-together sure what the universe is playin’ at by sticking the two of us in the same place, I’m sure there’s some sci-fi explanation but that don’t matter really. What I do know, is that when I met Sir Loony Bin Twin, it was because ‘e was on some sort of... Eurovision-induced-depressive-drunkspiral, so I was like, okay, obviously this is some Ghost of Eurovision Future thing, and I’m supposed to ‘elp this poor bastard out.” 

“So obviously the sopping idiot keeps tryin’ to help me instead!”  He laughs, shaking his head as if to dust away the very thought.  “I do enjoy that we both’ve got that... self-righteous sort of...” 

He mimes the act of reaching out in alarm before immediately losing heart, as if he’d just helplessly watched a flowerpot fall to the floor on the opposite side of the room.  “Like, ‘No, stop, right, hold on, you’re mucking it all up, just quit that and listen for a second, you’re makin’ a proper mess, just hold still and let’s get your damn act together, yeah?’  ... You know?  Like-- you put two people like that together and you get nowhere.  But it’s nice, still.  If we’ve got to roundabout care about our own selves by outsourcing it to some... sci-fi parallel-world nonsense, then so be it!” 

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“... And then ‘e’s like, hereby I’ve diagnosed you with needin’ therapy, and you’re gonna do it whether you want to or not-- in fact you’ve just told me you don’t want to, which I’m takin’ as proof you need it even more, as I can’t see past my own nose enough to understand why you might not want to do exactly what I tell you to, when exactly when I say it.  It’s maddening!  I’d wonder who ‘e thinks ‘e is, if I didn’t know exactly already.  And that’s the worst part!  Is this really the impression I give off to people?”