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It sounds really crass when you put it like that

I scroll through my list again and pick out a short one that I thought was pretty sweet. He’ll probably think it’s ridiculous, anyway. I copy the link and paste it into our chat window, then return to my game to give him time to read.

I’m in the middle of a tense conversation with a bandit leader that I’m trying to convince not to murder us all when Damien finally acknowledges the fic.

SconesOfAyor:

That wasn’t as horrifying as I expected

You thought I would send you something horrifying?

SconesOfAyor:

Out of spite, absolutely

I would have

I’m obviously nicer than you

SconesOfAyor:

That’s true

I don’t even know why you like me

I don’t mean *like me*

Not like that

I just mean you talk to me

Even though I don’t know how to shut up

Although maybe you aren’t talking to me anymore

Which is understandable

In which case I wish you a nice life

With your Hammy fanfiction

Seriously though

I’m losing my mind in this house

Save me

Holy shit

SconesOfAyor:

Hi!

You’re the worst

[thewoooooorst.gif]

The thingabout Thanksgiving dinner in the Grace family household is that, once again, none of us can cook worth a damn. So, there’s no huge turkey dinner with all the fixings. Just the Swiss Chalet Festive Special that comes with a lump of stuffing and a glob of cranberries to make itfestive. Which is fine by me, since I prefer chicken to turkey anyway.

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