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[birthrightgreen]

Mother Night.

Steak and Blow Job day?

Is that all you males think of?

I reiterate my statement about Graysfang: The one advantage to wolves is that they can at least lick their own balls.

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[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

*wry smile*

I know very well what every day could be, sugar.

I suppose? She doesn't often consult me. I'm not sure what would be interfering. I'm used to cooking for myself.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Right. Just babbling.

So'm I. And by cooking I mean eating pre-packaged food. But I guess you could ask? I think.

Still babbling.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

*amused*

The entire Coven babbles at me in far greater detail. It's not like I can't handle one more.

I suppose I could, yes. I have, for special occasions.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Why? *still blushing* I mean... okay, maybe not around here. Or maybe that's just Johnny, or how Sam used to be. But most people keep their private lives... well, sort of private.

Never any harm in asking, or so they say.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

*more amused*

You would think so, wouldn't you? But apparently they figure there's nothing I haven't seen or done, so they all seem to want my advice.

True.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

... oh. I guess that makes... kind of sense. Me, I still feel wibbly about oversharing. Obviously. *wry chuckle*

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

You don't have to in any way, shape or form.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Feel embarrassed or overshare? *wry*

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Either.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

... oh.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

I mean, I don't mind if you share. But if you're not comfortable, it's not like I'm expecting you to and will snap at you for being closed off and private.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Oh.

I guess... I don't know. I mean, you're my oldest brother's beloved, and I feel kind of weird talking to you because we don't know each other. And that just doesn't sound right.

... I babble a lot.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

*slight smile*

I noticed. I don't mind.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

*wry smile*

How are you doing?

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

What do you call it when you're considering slaughtering your family?

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Doing badly.

Want to talk about it?

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Not here.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Would you like to come over to my apartment?

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

...I suppose.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Don't have to if you don't want to. We don't even have to talk about... all that. Just...

If you want to.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

No, it's not....I've just never been....to that world. Except for the theatre, once...

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

We can go straight through the Tower to the apartment, if you want. I don't think one apartment would be that different from another. Beds, dressers, things to lounge on. Shelves.

Or we could go to your place if you want.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

I can....meet you at the Tower. And then we can go.

[third-arcana.livejournal.com]

Okay. When...?

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Whenever is fine.