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[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[ guess who dropped the creepy tentacle monster like a bad smell and came back at long last? Dante, that is who. so yeah, him and his duffel bag are heading up to the castle, looking no worse for wear funnily enough wearing something of pleased grin on his face.

oh Castle Wonderfuck, how he has missed you...

like you miss a hole in the head.

he pulls out the journal, flicks through it briefly before opening his fat mouth to speak. ]

So how are we doing Castle Wonderfuck? Still whiny and repressed?

[ you know spending over a week fighting bears does wonders to ones temperament. ]

( ooc: open and all that, catch him as he heads towards Deathmatch? )

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[embattles.livejournal.com]

[Considering it's you? It's like finding the holy grail] It's not really that tough to figure out!

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Can this wait? I'm in need of a shower.

[embattles.livejournal.com]

So translation, we're never talking about this. [She's stepping into his path. TOO BAD, SHE'S NOT EASILY DISSUADED] Fine, but you're not getting out of this, like that.

[She deserves more than a flat brush off, if you want to be left alone for now]

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Later then.

[embattles.livejournal.com]

[She's about to open her mouth to snap back, before shutting it again. He gets one last glare before she's continuing her walk into town. He's clearly going through something and temporary space is better. But he said later and she's holding him to it, if she has to hunt him down a few days from now]