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[burningfree]

[It was like, 3 in the morning, and Lio was laying in bed while restlessly typing this on his phone, the subject of the post laying next to him and almost certainly drooling in his sleep.]

To whom it may concern.

If you see an idiot firefighter running around the city shirtless at any point, look with your eyes, not your hands. Actually, I'd prefer if you kept your eyes above the chin.

He's mine.

[Happy first day of Sanguis!]

Comments

[burningfree]

You're funny. Ten minutes ago you were concerned with whether or not he was good enough for me and now you're mocking me. What happened? Are you mad cause I called you a liar?

[To be fair to Emet-Selch, Lio did pretty much buy that he probably was ancient as hell. He just figured he was messing with him about being more than 'a few thousand' years old.]

[sassian]

I believe I told you already that I was not concerned, but rather irritated by watching mortal beings endlessly repeating the same mistakes throughout the ages.

[He deleted "lesser" and replaced it with the more innocuous "mortal" after deciding he was also weary of dealing with that particular flavor of outrage.]

[burningfree]

If I get to decide how old you are, then can't I also decide whether or not your giving me advice counts as concern?

[Two can play at being cheeky, Emet-Selch.]

[sassian]

Oh, very well. Ascribe to me whatever motivation you see fit. You will hardly be the first.

[Emet-Selch hoped his eye-roll would somehow be perceived]