IF WE AMASS ENOUGH SHITPOSTS NO ONE CAN READ OUR SHAME

[conchy]

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[immortalpoet]

Might as well. I can't stomach another of those things.




[A long suffering sigh, as he always gives every other moment in this flowery paradise of a hellhole.]

[And then he's bending in to push the other's chin up with a finger before gracing him with a light kiss. There. Your reward, sir.]

[conchy]

Heheh! Si cruel! For you, I will do my utmost to improve.

[You've got a lot of shitty French poetry awaiting you in your future, Vergilius. Lobelia leans in to receive that kiss, but he doesn't greedily chase it back and demand more. Chaste and earnest, it's a kiss well worth his efforts, perfect just as it is.]

Merci, mon amour. I appreciate you humoring this little exercise of ours.

[immortalpoet]

Mmhmm.

[so exciting. much eagerness]

[He's drawing back with a little shrug of his shoulders back, like a stretch, before morosely looking at the table of arts and crafts again.]

Hope things change from now on. This is exhausting.

[conchy]

[Exhausting... Yes, in a manner of speaking, it is. Lobelia would go mad(der) in this place if he didn't have Vergilius to occupy him, but now he has the other man's needs to focus on. This isn't much by way of assurance, but...]

...In a few days' time, this "graveyard" of sorts should be occupied by a few more bodies. If nothing else, they may provide some modicum of entertainment. More importantly, our numbers will be bolstered.

[Which increases their chances of escape, at least in theory.]

[immortalpoet]

...What if I don't like anyone over there, though.

["what about billy" WHAT ABOUT BILLY]

The numbers...that's a point, however. Perhaps we'll rope them over to the cause, for better or worse.

[conchy]

[Lobelia smiles because he knows better than to believe that for a second.]

Fadaises! There are good people waiting on the other side. We may benefit from having them here, but only time will tell.

[HEY CRYSTAL, WHERE'S MY MEMSHARE THREAD]