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text; un: AUO; the end of May
How are preparations coming for 'rainbow month'?
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Good! The troupe are pretty much ready, got all the decorations. It'll be an INdustrious evening putting it all up which if you're able to hold back your allergies to manual labour for like, one night, I wouldn't say no to help with, just putting that out there. Why'd you ask?
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? Manual labour? Me? You think these hands were made for such things? I can hire you a crew of people with muscles and time to spare if you're lacking in such things, dear one [ as if he's not a superpowered ghost but you know sometimes you're a delicate princess ]
I'm often unaware of the passage of time due to it being a trivial matter to me, but one recollection calls for another--and I'm reminded of something else that occurs in June.
Something shared, even.
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OMG Gilstopher, it is literally just blowing up balloons and sticking flags into things. It won't kill you. You won't even chip a nail.
[Why you gotta be like this, Babe? Oh! But he does pick up what Gil is putting down. ]
Cooooooould you mean our beloved Spara Twins birthday? Because I am ALL ears - though whatever you have planned I demand a no window rule. He hasn't learned his lesson yet.
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And now now, Zulius, I hardly blow things for free~ and you don't know how delicate my manicure is at any given time.
[ girl you know why he's like this you are the closest to understanding even vaguely the kind of rot that lives rent free in his brain ]
I could mean that, yes. Part of me wishes to give over to spite and pretend I don't know Vergil's birthday for the eleventh year running, and I'm still quite annoyed that Dante stabbed me--
But I also crave the satisfaction of the high ground. No one ever lets me plan functions anymore. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't pushing in on your territory, given your claim to the Mt. Virgin.
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HAH! Okay, okay, I won't offend your delicate constitution by asking you to decorate. You win.
TBH Dante stabbing you is basically one of the ways he says hello, I wouldn't take it that personally. And while I DO understand the need for spite because he never told you like the goober he is, he is trying to be better and that should probs have some sort of reward, huh?
Gil, sweetie, honey, if you wanna plan something with me I am SO down for that. It'd help me honestly, June is like SO MUCH - having a co-conspirator would take a LOAD off.
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Look, I'm just saying. You command a certain level of perfection and quality with your decorations, and I've been told everything I touch turns to tacky, overpriced garbage and that I have no aesthetic sense. I'm doing us both a favor. [ 'you decorate like you're living in a museum' is a whole layer of debate that people like to bring up and then they're very puzzled when the man who lives alone and has no friends doesn't really care about having things be comfortable and inviting but anyway. news at ten. ]
I've never been a particularly gracious person or forgiving of slights against me, sword and otherwise--it's a novel concept, to be sure.
I simply didn't wish to step on your hooves. They're probably painted with Versace's new line.
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...Okay that IS true and I would pitch a whole-ass fit if you made my hard work look tacky. Like there would be actual for real tears and everything.
[It's a SHOCKER, honestly!]
You can work through it, I've got faith in you.
You are SUPER correct. But no, please no hoof stepping. It'd make my life soooooo much easier. We can ttoes still use the Vogue. It's already decorated and it's got Vergil's little hiding spot all there already.
Also no windows that open big enough for him to climb out of.
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On the other hand, it's a piece of shit.
Far be it from me to be the man that made Zulius cry. I'd like to not be thrown into the ocean for the cetaceans by an angry mob anytime soon.
We can put something together by our powers combined--'casual cocktail' or whatever people who can't afford a suit fitted to their measurements call it; something midday so it doesn't cut into your key hours of business, but still gives us plenty of time to ply the twins with cake and presents.
And we can see if we can make Vergil figure out how a waltz works with six legs.
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You are a WISE man! There would so be a mob and that would put a whole crimp in your day- you know, if you got thrown into the ocean.
[ PLus the Orcas would eat him!! ]
Yaaaaaas. Gil we can make something AMAZING. The twins won't know what HIT them. Sounds PERFECT. I am so down for this.
I'm a professional dancer, Babe, I can get the dancing part down pat to help him figure it. It's just GETTING him on the dance floor that the tricky part.
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On the other hand, I like the things to have some use, aesthetic, or novelty. I could buy one of those singing fish wall monstrosities and my money would be better spent.
[ they would feast and then you'd have magically enhanced Orcas. ]
I have an idea--a trick Sam taught me in our college days.
Smash and grab.
I can lift him, therefore, the grab, and I'll deliver him to you before his brain recovers enough to resist.
You come in with the smash at that point~
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[ They will be unstoppable.
Okay, and this is interesting. As much as he's trying to be patient and good with Vergil and his six thousand hangups, sometimes the guy really does just need to be yote into something or he'll never do it. ]
I'm listening. I am LISTENING. We can totes work with this. Sam is a smart cookie, to be SURE. I think that's probs the only way I'm gonna get that lanky idiot (affectionate) on the dancefloor anytime soon.
Let's DO it!