041214-Ryspor-Seriad

 -- carewornAstro1ogist [CA] began pestering gregariousTroubadour [GT] at 20:27 --

[08:27] CA: Seriad approaches Ryspor, a goofy grin plastered on a rather teal face

[08:27] CA: "Hey."

[08:29] GT: ~Ryʃpor jvmpʃ and yelpʃ a little bit, before hvrriedly ʃtifling himʃelf with a haʃty, worried look at the Empreʃʃ. "D-don't ʃneak vp on me like that, for goodneʃʃ' ʃake," he hiʃʃeʃ.~

[08:30] GT: ~"Why are yov even OVER HERE, in any caʃe? Thiʃ iʃ a ʃpot of honor, reʃerved for me alone. The Empreʃʃ might be vnhappy." He ʃhvdderʃ at thiʃ horrifying thovght.~

[08:33] CA: "Yeah, cool. Anyways... I'm already bored."

[08:35] GT: ~"Forgive me if I'm vnʃympathetic. I've been attending theʃe for ʃWEEPʃ. Thovgh I mvʃt ʃay thiʃ event iʃ ʃomehow...different from the otherʃ. Better, I ʃvppoʃe. That may be dve to the fact that Her Majeʃty lightʃ vp any room ʃhe enterʃ, thovgh." He ʃighʃ dreamily, then blvʃheʃ a little.~

[08:37] CA: "Ew, gross. How can you be attracted to a screen? AM I not enough for you?"

[08:39] GT: ~He giveʃ her an appraiʃing look. "Yov wovldn't vnderʃtand, I ʃvppoʃe, what with yovr infatvation with Leon. I don't need to ʃee paʃt the ʃcreen to know that ʃhe iʃ beavtifvl beyond compare, both in lookʃ and manneriʃmʃ."~

[08:41] CA: She, in turn blushes a little, before gaining her composure of course. "At least I can kiss... and oggle... and... touch... Leon..."

[08:41] CA: "UH, UNLIKE YOU AND YOUR PAPER SCREEN QUEEN"

[08:42] GT: ~He growlʃ. "ʃhe haʃ DEIGNED to let me hold her hand. ʃhe ʃaid ʃhe haʃn't tovched anyone in YEARʃ. Thiʃ iʃ more meaningfvl than any kiʃʃ covld EVER be."~

[08:43] CA: "But holding hands is like first base! And maybe she hasn't touched anyone because she's an OLD CRONE!"

[08:44] GT: ~Ryʃpor bareʃ hiʃ fangʃ and ʃNARLʃ, looking almoʃt feral.~

[08:46] GT: ~He ʃlapʃ her, hard. "Yov DARE profane one ʃvch aʃ her ʃo AVDACIOVʃLY," he hiʃʃeʃ throvgh gritted teeth, noʃtrilʃ flared.~

[08:51] CA: Seriad blinks a few times before getting all up in his grill. "Oh Ryspor..." She coo's

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:52] GT: ~He pvʃheʃ her away rovghly. "No. I think yov need to LEAVE, ʃeriad."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:52] CA: "But..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:53] GT: ~"Go. AWAY."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:54] GT: ~"And think VERY HARD abovt how terrible yov might have made the Empreʃʃ feel had ʃhe overheard that."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:56] CA: Seriad flings herself at him, in a desperate attempt at shitty-seduction "Please!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:57] GT: ~Ryʃpor lookʃ at her coldly. "Get off of me, HARLOT."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:58] CA: She GASPS, "How dare YOU!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[09:00] GT: ~"Aʃ if it iʃn't trve. To think yov'd ʃtoop ʃo low aʃ to defile the Empreʃʃ pvrely ovt of JEALOVʃY." He ʃneerʃ. "Pathetic. Yov can't even hope to compare to her, in any caʃe."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[09:01] CA: "I... Uh..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[09:02] GT: ~"Jvʃt go, before yov embarraʃʃ yovrʃelf any fvrther."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[09:02] CA: "F-Fine then! Whatever!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[09:04] CA: She swims off, huffing-and-a-puffing

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> -- carewornAstro1ogist [CA] ceased pestering gregariousTroubadour [GT] at 21:05 --