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"Yeaaah, fuck off if you don't mind." They couldn't help but blush slightly under their bangs at that kind of compliment, though. That pissed them off more, hell, he couldn't even see their face right now!

2015-07-21 11:07:52

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"Well maybe you should spend some time on the dark side of-"

"Dameien is a devil too."

"Even better!"

2015-07-21 11:09:13

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"You don't even know 'the dark side' yet, and /cut it out already/."

2015-07-21 11:11:56

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"My ass is over two hundred years old, I'm pretty sure I am."

"Wait.. how long have you been out?"

"Two hundred and thirteen years."

2015-07-21 11:13:46

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They didn't respond with a jibe or complaint this time, just furrowed their brows and looked at Dameien. "/What/ now?"

2015-07-21 11:15:32

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Dameien had a look of concern on his face before looking to Ivory. "He's joking? Right?"

"Uh...no? Why would he be joking?"

2015-07-21 11:22:01

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So these guys were...they were seriously....god/dammit/. EVERYONE IS FUCKING IMMORTAL. Their hands were clenched into fists behind the back of the chair. "Because he would do that. He would do that, right?"

2015-07-21 11:27:05

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Cameron and Ivory both shared the same confused look.

"No. He's never joked about his age."

Dameien paused. Could he really not age? No they were pulling his leg.

"What, did you not talk to Lance or something about this? The ol' paddy bastard is good for some things ya know."

2015-07-21 11:32:02

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The fists moved to their head, clamping over their ears. "No. No, nonono. I don't believe you. I don't." They would age, and they would get old, while Dameien would stay young and beautiful forever, until he got tired of 'dating' a middle-aged, run-of-the-mill human and moved on, maybe back to Cally, or some other devil, and he'd leave them, just like Ivory would, they'd all live forever without Ren, ah, ahhhhh....

2015-07-21 11:36:03

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Ivory immediately noticed something was wrong, and immediately threw an arm over Ren's shoulder. "Shhh, it's okay." She quietly spoke, then turned to Dameien. "Hang up and shut the laptop."

"Why-"

"Hang. Up. Shut. Computer"

He did as he was told.

2015-07-21 11:40:27

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They refused to believe him, it wouldn't be that way, they wouldn't let it, they'd kill him if they had to, they'd kill him, they'd...Ivory put her arm around their shoulder and said something quiet and comforting that they couldn't quite make out through their fingers, and then there was a click as the laptop closed. What? What was she doing? They closed their eyes and exhaled a long breath. No killing. He's not even in this room. Just breathe. No one's going anywhere. Not right now, anyway.

2015-07-21 11:46:14

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She guided them over to the arm chair she was once sitting in. "It's alright. Nothing is going happen." She reassured him.

2015-07-21 11:49:37

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"Except, except for me getting older, an' you guys will move on, please don't...."

2015-07-21 11:56:42

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"Ren, Ren look at me." She brushed the hair out of their face. "Dameien isn't going anywhere. I'm sure as hell not going anywhere. I'm right here. No one is leaving."

2015-07-21 11:58:30

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They looked scared. More than they ever had been, even when Dameien was missing or putting a needle in their arm. ".......thank you."

2015-07-21 12:12:56

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She recognized that fear. The fear of being unloved. She didn't respond, or really break her gaze from them. She just...wrapped her arms around him and hugged them, tightly.

2015-07-21 12:16:35

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They were surprised by the hug, but not unpleasantly. They closed their eyes and what could've been a genuine smile flickered across their face for half a second.

2015-07-22 04:20:26

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How the hell did she spell that wrong? It's the name of the damn course! Oh,yeah she was tried when she typed this part out. Okay....and that need to be reworded. Fix that. Rayne taped away at her laptop, eyes focused on her paper. It was due by eleven tonight, and she was just putting on the last details before turning it in. Luckily, this wouldn't take long. Just a little bit more.

2015-07-22 04:31:05

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It was that time of month. No, not /that/ one. Get your mind out of the gutter. The time of month when National Geographic subscriptions came in! Cale didn't have one, of course, so Kinsley made a return trip to the library to read the newest issue, putting Cale's hair up under a ski cap again. On the way to the back section with the magazines, he saw Rayne at one of the study areas, looking busy. Oh. He wanted to talk to her, but it also seemed rude to interrupt her work with conversation, so he grabbed the magazine, a few pieces of printer paper, and one of those tiny little pencils without erasers the library has in cups scattered about for some odd reason, I mean honestly, considering the inclination of young children to take these pencils and scribble in whatever book they have on hand, they really should have erasers on them, and went to sit at the study station on the opposite side of the divider wall stretching down the row. Then he took a piece of paper and started writing on it in cramped, slanted, but neat handwriting. When he was done he folded it into a small square and tossed it over the divider, praying silently that she hadn't moved or left in the time it had taken him to acquire all these things.

The note read: "What's your recommended course of action in the given situation: hypothetical Person A expresses romantic feelings toward hypothetical Person B, in which Person B expresses no interest in return and actively finds joy in Person A's suffering? Hypothetically. -- K"

2015-07-22 04:42:06

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As she was desperately trying to fix a paragraph she typed while so caffine high she might as well written it in spanish when something hit her arm, making her flinch slightly. ...A piece of paper? It came from over the divider. She opened it. K? As in Kinsley? The guy she met a couple days ago. Maybe. Why not write back. Her handwriting was a bit smaller, but a bit more curly than most handwriting.

"Person A should drop person B like an unwanted redheaded stepchild and spend the rest of the night being treated like royalty.- Ray"

She balled it up and tossed it back.

2015-07-22 04:50:57

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Oh! A response. It wasn't 'cut it out and leave me alone', was it? No. It wasn't. An unwanted, redheaded stepchild? That was an odd comparison. He scribbled a confused response. "As in, literally drop them? What's the age of this stepchild? Being treated like royalty sounds nice in theory, but many rulers were usurped and/or brutally murdered." Then he read it over again, decided that wasn't a very grateful tone, and added "Thank you for the advice, though. -- K"

2015-07-22 04:56:49

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Another note. Well...she could always multitask. She was /almost/ gone at least. "Curb stomp would be better, but yes, literally drop them. The step child is 3 and wants his ice cream NOW. Royalty is nice when you have someone to do your nails and enough movies and food to put yourself into a coma.- Ray"

2015-07-22 05:00:01

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"What if I can't afford ice cream? Or that massive amount of coma-inducing items? -- K"

2015-07-22 05:02:25

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"So it is you. You're romantic interest sucks. Find a new one. Where are they so I can slap them for you? As for money, let a girl take care of that. They know where the best movies and ice creams are."

2015-07-22 05:05:04

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Dammit, he hadn't proofread. Evidently, though, neither had she. "*Your. This is entirely hypothetical, no slapping is required, but I am curious now about the locations of said pleasures."

2015-07-22 05:08:48