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033. Royal Orleans

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

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Yeah well, good for you. It doesn't mean you have to run your mouth about it, too.

[Holding his hands up placatingly] Alright, alright. Got it. I'll just keep from smacking you around because you're scary, is that better?

[That gets a fangy smile] Much better, thank you. I can work with that.

[Fangy smile ... Brock gives her a look!] Yeah. That's what I mean. Scary.

[Lookit those sharp, sharp fangs, bro] Well, I am a vampire. It kind of comes naturally.

[How ...... does she make out without mauling the other person, these are the questions Brock Samson has]

That would explain why you're so smug all the time. I guess you're not really intimidated by us regular folk, huh.

[By being very, very careful, is the answer]

Not really, no. When you come from a species which is pretty much impossible to kill, and almost always on the higher end of the social ladder, you tend to have a lot to be smug about. [Yup, her species are forever douchebags]

I bet that "pretty much impossible to kill" thing makes your smugness really popular at parties.

Oh yes, no party is a real party without a vampire in it.

Sure. Every party needs some weirdo lurking in a dark corner making rude comments.

It makes everything so much more interesting

That's one word for it.

What word would you use?

[LET HIM THINK ...]

Creepy.

Oh, Brock, you wound me.

If I can't hurt you any other way, I'll take what I can get.

["immature namecalling" being "what I can get" in this instance]

[She makes a cooing noise. Two can play that game, Mr. Samson]

Aww isn't that adorable?

[What ... cooing ... why ... BROCK STARES]

What are you doing.

[Smirky smirk smirk]

Me? Not a single thing.

[more staring! more staring with squinting]

Are you sure ... 'cause it sounded like you were patronizing me ...

[Oho SQUINTING. Deadly!]

Oh, no, Brock. Why would I ever patronise you? [Said in the most patronising voice ever]

[he is squinting with so much conviction, you don't even know]

What -- you're doing it again!

Am I really?

Oops~ [This is the BEST game]

[Rude!!! His lower eyelid is maybe twitching a little.]

Why am I even friends with you.

Because bastards have to stick together.

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