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[peacefullywreathed]

This is Solomon Wreath speaking. To whom do I have the pleasure?

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[peacefullywreathed]

[At that, he's going to laugh.]

God forbid I burst that bubble.

[He's not going to press.]

[denyamenti]

Aa, I'm going to need it, for the call I make following this one.

[peacefullywreathed]

I can reattach any limbs she tears off.

... Probably.

[denyamenti]

Well, it's not like a few missing pieces wouldn't weigh a little easier.

[ It's a play on words, nodding toward the afterlife scales, and also because of the Egyptian belief that one had to be whole in body to achieve Amenti. ]

[peacefullywreathed]

True. On the other hand, it would do something to your sleight-handedness if you lost all your fingers.

[Afterlife, shmafterlife. Limbs were helpful things in life.]

[denyamenti]

Enjolras would have to justify far less undocumented profit margins in the dojo's books.

[peacefullywreathed]

Enjolras could learn to have a bit of fun. Or even the meaning of the word.

[denyamenti]

As though you are the reigning expert on loosening up.

[peacefullywreathed]

I'm perfectly good at loosening up. Just ask Raine.

[denyamenti]

[ ...ouch, Solomon. ]

Pass.

[peacefullywreathed]

[He knew it was a Topic, just not a sensitive Topic. Bakura's tone alerts him.]

You could always show me with, say, a pick-me-up game after she's through with you.

[Subtle apologies what.]

[denyamenti]

Aa, perhaps. We'll see how it goes.

[peacefullywreathed]

Good luck.

[That is sincere.]

[denyamenti]

Dewa. I'm sure you'll hear about it one way or another.

[peacefullywreathed]

Yes, you're both such blabbermouths.

[Smile is audible.]

Sláinte chugat.