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[thesecondslayer]

Oh, for the love of--

Fine, whatever. [Grumble, grumble, then quietly] Redemption is not worth this crap.

[And to... no real recognizable tune, Faith sings (quite well, actually, but in a tone of no small frustration)]

♪Angelus is here for the curse, I'm taking him out on my own
...Watch your back♪

[This bit is mumbled] Cannot believe I just did that.

[ooc: SHE IS FACEPALMING, LORNE. Also, making a bad call here.]

[coyote_walking]

Oh for... [There's a hesitation, then to no particular tune, but perhaps a mixture of several]

I'm sorry, so sorry,
I can not do your show
I'm sorrier than you know,
so sorry, so sorry...

callback;

[deformiwhats]

And why is that, sugar? You don't like me anymore? [Yes, he fights dirty.]

Re: callback;

[coyote_walking]

I'm afraid I can't be around Thomas Raith. It's nothing personal.

[deformiwhats]

[siiiigh] Okay, well, I can't force you to stay. Now I have two parts to fill.

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[thesecondslayer]

still not singing.

i need a favor.

text foreverrrrrr

[deformiwhats]

Tell me it involves a pedicure and some scotch, and I'm happily yours.

text parTAY

[thesecondslayer]

yeah, not really. i need to call the doc, but i'm getting rid of this shit TODAY.

[deformiwhats]

Oh. OH. Honey, if this is a freaky curse thing, we had one before. Where you...change. And it'll go away tomorrow. If you need more suitable clothing I can help though.