firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

[This shoulder bump just turns into a lean.]

Caring is not a science. One is bound to mess up, be neglectful, even hurtful. Do keep that in mind. I will fail you at times, with no intention to do so, and you in turn are allowed to not know what you're doing. So long as you don't run away, then things can always be mended.

And if you still wish to stab me at times, perhaps I'll let you, if it would help. As a show of trust or camaraderie to your unique brand of bonding.

...I hate it when you're right.

[He grumbles. But he takes the lean, and slumps so it can be more level. But also to pout.]

I won't hold you to it until you can say that when you're sober, you fool.

[Although that was pretty sobering. His head is starting to pound rather than spin.]

Haha, you must hate everything I say.

[Cuz he's always right!!]

Hm, but that means you want to hold me to it, right? I'm not in the habit of making idle offers, even wasted.

I'll shove you off this balcony, I don't even care if common law is still in effect.

[And yes he kind of does shut up don't be an idiot and let stabbing happen? ??]

Hahaha!

[Well he's laughing at least.]

So, is it because you want to run away or just because you don't know how else to express your feelings?

It's because I've decided I hate you actually and the world should be rid of you.

[It's the feelings one yep]

How about this, we work on getting you to express your feelings without swords first. Then if you still feel like stabbing we can do that.

And what if I want to run away?

Simply? Not allowed.

Fine. I'll try feelings.

Haha, good. They only seem scary. In fact, they're truly more terrifyingly formidable than any other foe you've tackled.

Enjoy the challenge.

You're not going to make me like it just because you decide to say it's a challenge. I'm not that easy.

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And I'm not wrong. Confronting feelings one is terrified of and cannot well express is nothing less than a challenging experience. But I do have faith you'll manage.

[He mumbles.]

I know. Somehow I'm still alive so far.

You do seem to be surviving admirably.

No thanks to you.

[He gives Lahabrea a shove.]

[He laughs and stumbles a little, clinging to the railing so he doesn't tip over.]

I haven't even pushed you off any roofs. Or mayhaps that is the issue?

Mayhaps it's your cruelty in forcing me to have feelings. Which I guess includes not pushing me off a roof, yeah.

You poor thing.

I know. I'm very hard done by. You're cruel as ever to me.

That's just your lot I'm afraid. What sort of friend am I? I won't even throw you off a roof. You might have terrible taste.

A terrible friend and a terrible villain to boot. Wouldn't it be the ultimate betrayal to have lured me in only to run me through and push me from the roof?

We're adding impalement to my fiendish deeds? Why wasn't I informed??

Because it would be dramatic. Especially if you were to do it now, it would be with my own sword even. How devilish of you.

Also because I was going to impale you, it only makes sense.

I suppose that sort of betrayal would be in keeping with my general mode of operations. The last moment look of despair as I crush your hopes and dreams etc.

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