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[alex_pope]

...I think Blake's mother hates me. Not that it's exceptionally important that she adore me, but it's rather traumatic.

Also traumatic is Blake's bedroom. Actually, I think several people could benefit from the following bit of free advice:

Differences between floors and shelves: Floors are large, and have one or several large fixtures on them.

Comments

[chaucer_volante]

Funny. Blake's mother likes me...

[alex_pope]

Ever tried to smuggle a body into her home?

...not that I think that really had much to do with it.

[eliza_phelp]

I'm sure she'd enjoy hitting you with a bat.

Funny. I keep trying not to, but I always end up pitying you. You're so desperate for sex, but you never get any.

[burning_blake]

Now, now...I'm sure he's just saving himself for that one special gap-toothed widow.

[burning_blake]

Oh, Alex--always so funny...you know, she might be reading this! She used to, you know, when I was gone.

Also, what is your problem with my bedroom? It's not like it's the first time I've smuggled you in there...

[neddy_l]

Oh?

[alex_pope]

I don't remember noticing the mess, though.

Which is now glaring and obvious and should be taken care of.

[burning_blake]

Yeah, you only had one thing on your mind then...you must have been a little distracted this time. Possibly by the smuggling.

[neddy_l]

And by the way I'm FINE. And thank you.

[alex_pope]

You're welcome.

[eliza_phelp]

Of course she hates you, Alex. Everyone hates you.

[alex_pope]

Is that really necessary?