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[devilingenuity]

The world is rattling, and not a monarch nor a poet happen to be in sight. Tick tock, tick tock, with the clock it rattles. I'm looking for my backdoor, and it seems not even the priest will stop this. Freedom is sweet.

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[nico_oniichan]

Fuck you very much, too.

[devilingenuity]

Well, hello.

[nico_oniichan]

What the hell do you want?

[devilingenuity]

Well, I could use a corrupt priest to ordain my activities, now that you ask. I'll even allow you to contribute a few more scattershots to my decor again.

[devilingenuity]

Call me Angelo.

How are you, replacement brother?

[devilingenuity]

My ears have been nothing but burning and aching. I think my true brother lusts for me so. Otherwise, just fine. I've lost my backdoor.

[whofelltoearth]

You again.

[devilingenuity]

Do I know you? I think I do.

Badger?

[whofelltoearth]

It's likely. I think I tried to tell you off unsuccessfully once before.

But Lady and Nero aren't around...right now.

[browning_baby]

Looking for your backdoor, huh?

Try using both hands.

[ooc: Anita, snark? Never! ^^;]

[devilingenuity]

Good point. Fortunately for me, I know where that is quite well.

[browning_baby]

How wonderful. You know where you own ass is. Gold star.

[devilingenuity]

You are the one who felt the need to be so astute, that must mean you're curious. I know where yours is, as well, so you know in case you ever lose it, love.

[proudbutterfly]

Hmm, hmm~. Perhaps you should coin the title of poet, instead. ♥

[devilingenuity]

I've thought of being a poet, but I don't think it my glove, honestly.

[proudbutterfly]

Oooh~, what suits you, then? Still the eager warrior one poured tea for months ago?