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[talkingtrouble]

Who: two donks talkingtrouble and wickhead
When: one lonely night

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[wickhead]

Then you'd be dead. That's seriously all there is to it. You're either with them, or you're dust.

[talkingtrouble]

You're underestimating me, and usually I'd let that slide from someone so lowkey, but I'm getting sort of irritated.

[wickhead]

You're underestimating them. I might think highly of myself, but you gotta know when to check your ego.

[talkingtrouble]

My ego is enough to rival the blazing sun-- as it well should. I know when to be afraid, I very well do. And some not so secret evil organization-- I'm more than familiar with that.

[wickhead]

You--

[ He takes a moment to just... fucking down whatever's left in his cup. ]

This isn't an organization, it's a force of goddamn nature. It's not just something to be afraid of, it's the thing that creates fear itself. We are talking about a cruel, vengeful goddess, and I do mean that without exaggeration.

[ He's already pouring himself another... ]

... You know, you were supposed to distract me from my shitty week.

[ AS IF IT'S HER FAULT?? ]

[talkingtrouble]

You sound exactly like a jaded grunt, trembling in your boots. Goddess or not, I've taken on Gods themselves and didn't back down-- even when I knew I was doing the righteous wrong.

[she, too, finishes her glass, incredibly bitterly says:]

Well excuuuuuse me, Princess.