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[postits]

Well, that was a nice break from the monotony. Though, no one died.

Jesus Christ, kids. Your lovers' spats are getting worse. I think it's about time we all grew up.

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[ Filter : Nathan ]

[postits]

You're clever.

Well?

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

You could let it rot.

If I needed you for anything it wouldn't be for pouring my heart out.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

That's not how it works. Body separated from soul will rot. Soul separated from body is a bit more complicated, possibly volatile. You see why I wouldn't risk it. He's dangerous enough on his own.

You don't seem that type. What would it be, then?

[ Filter : Mister Sofer ]

[ex_whoosh450]

Mafia involvement? Superpowers? Possession? I am not touching this one with a ten foot pole. Vilma can handle it. Maybe if the kid wakes up I'll try the whole heartwarming thing but right now I just want to know my family are safe.

[ Filter : Nathan ]

[postits]

That kid would be the crux of it, Jesus.

If I didn't feel this was more my area of expertise, I wouldn't involve myself. However, possession. In the unlikely event that he makes another move, perhaps I'll take advantage of this little trick I like to call immortality.

You have your own folks to worry about, Nathan. I don't blame you for sitting this one out. And Vilma is very pleasant.

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Can I pick your brain after the next meeting.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

I suppose I'm obligated to say yes. Yes, Mr. Mears, you may. On my terms.

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Meaning what the hell exactly.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

Don't panic, kid. The usual and one added bonus. One, I reserve the right to withhold information. Two, information revealed stays between us unless otherwise stated. Three, you agree to never speak lewdly of Georgia again. Simple terms, I'd say.

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Deal.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

Peachy.

The next meeting is quite a ways away.

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Isn't time supposed to get all meaningless when you're immortal?

When then.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

Far from it.

You're the one who's all giddy for my brain. You pick. I work nine to six daily.

[ Filter : Rube ]

[ex_whoosh450]

Oh she is, is she?

[ Filter : Nathan ]

[postits]

Drinking triad? Soon? To momentarily forget this bullshit?

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Yeah, giddy. How's now, let's just get it over with.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

I feel more or less the same about this rendezvous. Wafflehaus, ten minutes.

[ Filter: Sofer ]

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Make it twenty and I'll be there.

[ Filter: Mr. Mears ]

[postits]

Christ. Fine.

[ Filter : Nathan ]

[postits]

Also, fuck off, you know what I mean.

[ex_whoosh450]

You know, inordinate implies that it's too much.

[ Filter : Rube ]

[ex_whoosh450]

Pretend I could actually be bothered to come up with something witty.

You know I never say no to drinking.

[ Filter : Nathan ]

[postits]

I'll even pretend to laugh.

Yes. It is, more or less, the only reason I talk to you.

[postits]

Words, words, words.

[ Filter : Rube ]

[ex_whoosh450]

And here I thought it was my imaginary hilarity.