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[lucy_r2a]

Dear Diary

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[rta_martin]

I have a lap!

[lucy_r2a]

You have a girlfriend. I don't poach.

[lucy_r2a]

Sort of. Maybe. The rules on this one are - odd.

[benedict_rta]

Vlad'll promise not to suck yooour blud, if you want?

[lucy_r2a]

But that's the best part!

[mozart_jack]

I have been told I make an excellent pillow, from a platonic standpoint.

Of course, from a non-platonic standpoint, I've also been told I make an excellent footstool, so take that as you will.

[lucy_r2a]

Yes, well, we all know how I am with temptation, though.

[mozart_jack]

Ah.

Good point. Best avoid that.

I could read your novel to you via trump. Distance.

[addison_rta]

Missing boytoy delivery was, perhaps, for the best for everyone involved. Especially me.

[lucy_r2a]

It would have been so amusing, though!

[addison_rta]

You have seen me indisposed before. You would not have learned much in the way of scientific data.

But it was distinctly odd to wake in the middle of the night in someone else's room when I did not go to sleep there, precisely.

[lucy_r2a]

It would have been odd for me also. But now I know who to have put in that room for next time.

[addison_rta]

Bizarrely, you will finally have /me/ in your bed. But I am leaving my sword in the center as the no-go line.

And between the fall off the ledge under Mandrake Keep and being smacked about a bit by a pneumatic orangutan, I am a big mass of bruises anyway.

[lucy_r2a]

I promise not to lay my head upon your bruises. And to actually tend to your bruises with my best bedside manner, as I will be beside you in bed.

As for the no-go line, that is quite all right. As has been explained before, I have an inviolable no poaching rule.