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[godsayshi]

*rather wrapped in bandages, or at least his torso is* *hasn't yet bothered to piece together the bits of ragged fabric that were, at one point, his shirt*

*...sighs* I suppose I ought to know better than to talk to a demon, especially Mephistopheles, that way.

*pause* ...I am right, though.

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[avenginggoddess]

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Typist:....awww, poor Meta.

[godsayshi]

*...blinks* Nemesis?

Typist: ...he's dumber than a potato, as Maja put it. XD

[avenginggoddess]

......what did you do?

Typist: hehehe. I see it.

[godsayshi]

...Got into an argument with Mephistopheles. *sheepish*

[willwork4souls]

You are not right, angel. *eyes the wounds thoughtfully* They certainly aren't as extreme as you seem to think. Simply flesh wounds.

[godsayshi]

*looks at him impassively* I am. I know that much.

I know they could have been worse. *shrugs* Famine bandaged them for me.

[willwork4souls]

You are not. If you were, do you think I would have done that?

[prinzzofhell]

*tenses and snarls, getting between them* What hazzzt thou done, Mephizzztophelezzzz. *and no, it's actually not particularly a question*