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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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[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[djfksldfjsdklfj

THAT'S NOT EVEN--HE BREAKS OUT INTO LAUGHTER.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It's still there.

Jeez, you look like I murdered your cat or something.

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Bastard.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[he just lets himself get shoved, still giggling laughing.]

You should be happy. I didn't even drink any of it.

Not that I'd want to; you've got shit taste in beer.

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Like yours is any better.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

My taste is perfectly fine. [SO WHAT IF HE LIKES GIRLY DRINKS. they're delicious. B(] And at least I actually have a sense of quality.

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Bullshit, the crap you drink is practically lolly water.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[so is his alcohol tolerance. ;;]

What I drink is going to be the only thing you'll find in the house if you don't move yours somewhere.

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

I put it anywhere else and that stupid bird will get it.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Can't you invest in a lock or something?

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

I've tried.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[...] He doesn't have thumbs.

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Fuck if I know how the bloody thing does it.