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[freelances.livejournal.com]

[there's a Tex in armor sitting out on the front steps of the castle, just kinda looking around]

All these bright colors are gonna give me a headache.

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[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

No kiddin'.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping these things will die sooner rather than later.

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

If it ain't gone in a week, I'm setting it on fire myself.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan.

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

[a noise of agreement and some muttered cursing about the flowers]

[encryptedlock]

[And here's a York coming back to the castle from doing a patrol.]

Hey, Tex.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Hey. [is curious as to what he was doing, but feels like he'll probably explain, so]

[encryptedlock]

Thought I'd see if I noticed anything new with the increased visibility.

You? Just enjoying the May flowers, huh? Since flowers are totally your thing. [Yes, he's joking with you.]

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Hmm. And?

Yeah, I was about to go pick some and make a necklace. [joking right back!]

[encryptedlock]

[Delta blinks on.] Superficial changes to the town and castle ground, but nothing of significance. Good afternoon, Tex.

[York chuckles.] Oh, yeah. Make a nice lei and then go hire some Hawaiian dancers. Sounds like a great way to celebrate the return of allergies.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

[nods] Hey, Delta.

Not exactly what I was thinking, but hey, it could work.

[encryptedlock]

Would distract you from the bright colors, anyway.

[girlyscreams.livejournal.com]

Why? I think these flowers are just wonderful!

[freelances.livejournal.com]

No. Just -- no.

[girlyscreams.livejournal.com]

... You know. There's something really weird about you. You don't like the cool girl stuff!

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Define "cool girl stuff".

[girlyscreams.livejournal.com]

Like... rainbows or baking or unicorns and bunnies or a rainbow unicorn... [The list goes on and on, and it's not looking any manlier.]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[oh... ow... watching this conversation here]

Oh my god. Donut, stop! Before someone actually sees this.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

[oh god stop] Right. Well, sorry I'm not a pussy like you.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

And your bitching is gonna give me one. [There's a pause, and that entire statement is crossed out on second thought and lack of death wish. She could have still caught a glimpse of it if she wanted though!]

[freelances.livejournal.com]

[she didn't; but she is going to tear out the page you scribbled on~]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[and because he can't seem to accept a good thing when it's given to him]

Wow, talk about rude.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Stop while you're ahead.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[has... he ever been able to though?]

I'm just saying.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

[no, but she is feeling generous]

That's nice. You can stop saying anytime now. [a click as she plays with her gun] Preferably sooner than later.