[She's two seconds from texting I don't care except she does. Drifting like a black cloud ready to storm over without a rhyme or reason. That's not exactly a crafted way or purpose driven life. It's what has worked. No coven will have her. So here she is with an ornery, old limey magician.]
So like. Fly your rainbow flag. It's cool. Why don't you make the hottie fall in love with you and ditch the boyfriend? Wouldn't that be easier?
That's exactly the kind of thinking I'd expect from a second rate magic user who thought she could like you.
[ Text it, see if John bothers. He's cocked things up plenty of times and eventually, he'll have to answer for it. Whatever made him think it was a good idea to wade in to all this is beyond him. Going soft, old boy. ]
It's just a little thing called, I don't know, free will. Say what you will about where it comes from it's still important. Part of nature and when you mess with the way things are supposed to go it messes right back.
That so? I bet you are. Just not bothered in the slightest.
[ From one Trash Adult to a Trash Child, take it from him: pretending one has got their shit together doesn't make it so. ]
What am I doing? It is a mess. That's what you do, isn't it? Make a mess of things? Pretend it wasn't your fault? I didn't have a choice? We all make our choices, Nancy.
Hate to say it but you're far from my type. I need less crazy in my life, not more.
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[She's two seconds from texting I don't care except she does. Drifting like a black cloud ready to storm over without a rhyme or reason. That's not exactly a crafted way or purpose driven life. It's what has worked. No coven will have her. So here she is with an ornery, old limey magician.]
So like. Fly your rainbow flag. It's cool. Why don't you make the hottie fall in love with you and ditch the boyfriend? Wouldn't that be easier?
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[ Text it, see if John bothers. He's cocked things up plenty of times and eventually, he'll have to answer for it. Whatever made him think it was a good idea to wade in to all this is beyond him. Going soft, old boy. ]
It's just a little thing called, I don't know, free will. Say what you will about where it comes from it's still important. Part of nature and when you mess with the way things are supposed to go it messes right back.
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[Or rather not boiling over. This is now he's goading her after all. Might be a trap. Might be a test.]
You're--doing something here. I didn't call it a mess. It's not going to be clean if The Boyfriend is out to get you either way.
Is this a goodbye booty call?
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[ From one Trash Adult to a Trash Child, take it from him: pretending one has got their shit together doesn't make it so. ]
What am I doing? It is a mess. That's what you do, isn't it? Make a mess of things? Pretend it wasn't your fault? I didn't have a choice? We all make our choices, Nancy.
Hate to say it but you're far from my type. I need less crazy in my life, not more.
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[If by chill she means in a stalemate of wills.]
And your choice is to.....make like a horn dog and do whatever. That's what you're saying?
What??? What? NO. EW. Like sure we get along [the contradictionssss] but no fucking way. Ever.