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[velveteenmage]

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[The video switches back to reality with Waver looking pale and a little sick. He immediately cuts off the D-Terminal as Palmon can be heard asking him if he's going to faint.]

[ooc: video transcript]

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[velveteenmage]

...You're having fun with this, aren't you?

[fullofthorns]

[ Lazy smile and shrug. ]

I am all but transparent to you.

[ She scratches the side of her nose. ]

You seem like the bookish type. Should I try a little harder?

[velveteenmage]

I'd rather you didn't try at all, please.

[fullofthorns]

Come on, bear with me. Give me a chance. *playful pout*

It just has to be a little more high brow. Right?

Knock Knock.

[ She's serious, Velvet Cake. ]

[velveteenmage]

[do you hear the long-suffering anguish in this sigh do you]

Who's there?

[fullofthorns]

[ Hey, could be worse. Could be making impassioned cries loud enough to get his roomies' attention. ]

To.

[velveteenmage]

[>:T]

To who?

[fullofthorns]

To whom.

[ 8D CLEVER RIGHT OMG? ]

[velveteenmage]

... [groaning in disgust at that joke thanks.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[fullofthorns]

Okay okay. Here. How about this.

Julius Caesar walks into a bar. He says to the bartender, "I'd like a martinus." "Don't you mean a martini?" the bartender asks, to which Caesar replies "If I wanted a double I'd have said so!"

[ Internal snare drum! ]

[velveteenmage]

...Pfft.

[Waver quickly brought a hand to his mouth to cover up any trace of a laugh, doing his best to keep looking disapproving.]

Th-that's ridiculous.

[fullofthorns]

I know right? Caesar is obviously more of a malbec or merlot guy. [ Wink. Don't worry, she won't call you out on that, Velvet Cake. ]

[velveteenmage]

That doesn't even make any sense.

[fullofthorns]

You don't think he's a red wine guy?

Okay then...

Argon walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey, you have to leave! We don't serve noble gasses here!" Argon didn't react.

[velveteenmage]

[Face, meet desk.]

[LAME JOKES. WHY.]

[fullofthorns]

Oh come on! Okay okay.

Schrodinger's cat walks into a bar.

...

And it doesn't.

[velveteenmage]

[whack whack whack]

[waver you're gonna give yourself a concussion on that desk.]

Please. Enough. I can't take it.

[fullofthorns]

Alright alright. I promise. *chuckle* Don't get bent out of shape. I might be having a better time of it than you, but you're doin' alright. Mission accomplished in toto.

[ She reaches up, testing the twists in her hair that Kotemon finished and nods approvingly before moving to sit on her bed, eyeing Waver thoughtfully. ]

You want me to let you go then? I didn't quite get a smile but I'll settle for what I did get.

[velveteenmage]

If you're quite done trying to kill me with terrible jokes.

[Waver hesitated--she had done remarkably well to get his mind off of things, and he suspected that had been the goal from the start.]

...Thanks. If you end up needing anything around here, I probably won't be too hard to find.

[fullofthorns]

[ She smiles and nods, tipping an imaginary hat. ]

Likewise, Velvet Cake. Anytime you need anything, from playful cajoling to a proper hug. Or just to talk. I happen to like talking for the sake of it. I'm not a total man-eater. To quote one of my idols, 'I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way'.

Hope you dream sweet, babe. *screen kiss* Later. *click*