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[synstylaexi]

*sigh* What to say...?

Well, to start off. Happy birthday Luxord. You fucking forgot your own birthday. Smooth move.

I've been around. Yeah, around. and really busy this past weekend.

Asch. You can stop plotting my death now please. I made it right. Don't fuck it up now.

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[luxmylady]

I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about.

And it's lovely to hear that you and Jailbait-san have made things right. I wouldn't have anything to joke about at the pub, otherwise.

[synstylaexi]

Ah, in denial that you're getting old, hm?

Thank you, I suppose.

[remnantofsilver]

I'll tell Asch it's okay, hopefully he'll stop. I don't think he'll ever really like you, though... he doesn't think you're good for me. *sigh*

[synstylaexi]

I don't particularly care anymore. If he doesn't like me, whatever, I don't need to associate myself with him. *would not like to admit that he rather misses teasing the brat*

I will concede that he is probably correct.

[remnantofsilver]

Yeah but... it matters to me. I don't want you guys to hate each other. *sigh* And stop saying things like that! You're more than good enough for me! >|

[synstylaexi]

This is something you're going to have to bring up with Asch. I don't particularly hate him.

We're not even going to go into that other argument.

[crimsonhavoc]

*glaring at you through the 'netz 8D* ... It better.

[synstylaexi]

If you don't like me, don't bother talking to me. It's really quite simple; I should think that even you can get it.

[crimsonhavoc]

...Hm.

[synstylaexi]

Oh look, you're managing already. I suppose it wasn't too difficult then, even for you.

[burningsheets]

Not a hell lot to say that'd make any difference.

You're still the stupidest pouf in the planet and you're still gonna die before you get your award.

*sighs* Geeze, Marluxia, you're only alive because Kadaj won't let you get killed. You really know how to royally screw up and some things you can never just make right.

[synstylaexi]

I don't even know what to say to you anymore. I just don't care. *which, by the way, is a lie*

Enjoy hating me; I've tired of trying to defend myself.

[burningsheets]

What, giving up already~? We haven't even had the requisite in-your-face shouting match. I'm disappointed, Marmar. It's like you don't love me anymore. *rolls eyes*

Every friend eventually needs a good whack up the ass, even casually. ♥ Do something else, though, and the rules will probably change quite a bit.

[ooc:lets just say Axel's cooled off. He's been having to deal with a lot in the meantime anyway.]

[synstylaexi]

I'd rather like to avoid any shouting matches, thank you very much. And I'd prefer you not actually whack me up the ass. It hurts, you know. More than I deserve, at any rate.

You're all behaving as though I wanted this, though. As if I would.

{ooc; d'aww, poor Axel. XD; I find it kind of ironic that the only person actually hurt by this doesn't hate Mar's guts and is still screwing him. repeatedly. XD}