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[grandhighblood]

Whoa, heh heh heh.
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK ALL HAPPENED THERE HAHAHA.
Return to your motherfucking daily scheduling and what the fuck not, right?

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[cullionfish]

Not quite.
I believe you and I )(ave some matters of importance to discuss.

[grandhighblood]

Heh heh heh.
RIGHT.
Lots of words all being exchanged about a little fucking something, right.
I MOTHERFUCKING GET IT, MY LADY.

[cullionfish]

Kindly spare me t)(e t)(eatrics.
I )(ardly require t)(e extra panac)(e.
Your location.

[grandhighblood]

Of course.

[Location enetered. One of the terminals nearby his respiteblock.]

[cullionfish]

Don't move.
Or I will be very angry.

[And she'll just close the connection here.]

[grandhighblood]

[aaaaand now he's just sitting there, staring at the screen curiously. he's not nervous per se, but that had been a weird encounter with her imperiousness. he'll just....keep sitting here, quietly.]

[cullionfish]

[Condesce comes along in short order, trident in hand, still coated in bright cherry red that Signless shared with all the humans. Who or what it came from was anyone's guess.

When she spots the Highblood, her tyrian eyes narrow slightly. She's not mad at him necessarily...but the situation was less than satisfactory.]

[grandhighblood]

[When she comes into sight, the highblood pulls himself up onto his feet, eyeing her almost warily. It was just a stupid fucking stunt pulled by the tower, though he can't really recall how it happened. He remembers something similarly weird happening to him before, involving his...feelings, but that's about it. He could only speculate and guess as to how this bullshit happened.]

My lady. [Closes his eyes and nods slightly, holding the position there for a moment.]

cries sobs bitterly this is the latest tag i've ever done I HATE YOU INBOX

[cullionfish]

[She cuts him off by holding a very stern hand up, the tips of her fingers curling lightly in restraint. The Condesce isn't interested in ruining her relationship with the Highblood, especially right now when she was outnumbered. Perhaps if the Psiioniic could ever be swayed to their side...

But that was neither here nor there. Right now she was running over the events of that week, her gaze darkening the more she remembers.]

Let's cut to the chase shall we? [Her tone gains a barb of ice -- a warning.] Explain.

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[grandhighblood]

[His eyes jerk up at the finger, but remains silent. He obediently - though a bit begrudgingly - keeps his mouth shut until she commands him to explain. He snorts, glowering at her.]

Got nothing to motherfucking explain. Events that all transpired just up and motherfucking happened.

[cullionfish]

You could start by explaining your tone with me and what you thought gave you the right to answer back to me with anything but a proper answer.

[Its a warning, though more threatening is the stare she sends right back at him. Despite being a head or two shorter, she has no fear of him, though her frustration doesn't yet translate to anger.

Its easy to see that her patience is short, despite that. Her next question is an honest one, rather than an accusatory statement.]

You think yourself blameless?

[grandhighblood]

[He makes a low growling noise deep in his throat, looking a little taken back. His shoulders hunch a little, and he doesn't respond to the first part, keeping his mind occupied with the question she asks.]

No. [Though his voice sounds smaller than usual, he doesn't look away. His glowering remains, though with a hint of apprehension.]

[cullionfish]

[Her lips purse at his answer, but his cooperation seems to have staved off what could have been a much more vicious reaction.]

Then you lied to me and you will begin your explanation immediately.

[She approaches him, still fixing him with that stern stare.]

My own recollection of the days events has holes. Start filling them.

[grandhighblood]

[His lips peel back into a displeased sneer, but maybe he should...try...at least. When she steps closer, he doesn't move, but watches her almost warily.]

Gotta say you weren't all motherfucking there, in your thinkpan, that is. [His memory of that moment was quite fine, unfortunately. He licks his lips, finding this to be an incredibly touchy subject.] Got all motherfucking in this brother's business about not looking at no other motherfucking body.

[Uncomfortable pause.]