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jikan_network2021-02-23 06:55 pm
chichichi) wrote in jikan_network2021-02-23 06:55 pm
text, un: birdinthehand
This announcement applies specifically to anyone staying in or visiting the Yoshiwara Dormitories in the immediate present.
Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli [ yes, she's using his whole government name ] is presently forbidden from setting foot in the dormitory.
Do not let him in. Do not feed him. Do not allow him to bum smokes off you.
He's in time-out.
For those of you unfamiliar with Caesar, he's [ -- hang on -- she's moving to look at him through the window, and wearing a plain white shirt of his that fits like a dress on her -- ] the twenty-something, muscled, blond Italian with tattoos beneath bright green eyes. He's roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters. He will likely be scowling, shaking with anger, and may be cursing my name in Italian.
Don't let him talk you into letting him in before he's had time to think about what he's done. I'll know.
I'll probably let him in eventually.
[ Probably and, really, she will know if someone tries to let him in. One of those curious pitch black sparrows that showed up sometime around the third of the month will be keeping its oddly colored little eyes on him whether she is or isn't sitting in one of the dormitory windows with a glass of Caesar's wine in hand and his bottle beside her, looking at a certain lying liar who's got no ground to stand on. It's a shame she doesn't have any music she could put on without endangering the phone battery she's determined to preserve. ]
Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli [ yes, she's using his whole government name ] is presently forbidden from setting foot in the dormitory.
Do not let him in. Do not feed him. Do not allow him to bum smokes off you.
He's in time-out.
For those of you unfamiliar with Caesar, he's [ -- hang on -- she's moving to look at him through the window, and wearing a plain white shirt of his that fits like a dress on her -- ] the twenty-something, muscled, blond Italian with tattoos beneath bright green eyes. He's roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters. He will likely be scowling, shaking with anger, and may be cursing my name in Italian.
Don't let him talk you into letting him in before he's had time to think about what he's done. I'll know.
I'll probably let him in eventually.
[ Probably and, really, she will know if someone tries to let him in. One of those curious pitch black sparrows that showed up sometime around the third of the month will be keeping its oddly colored little eyes on him whether she is or isn't sitting in one of the dormitory windows with a glass of Caesar's wine in hand and his bottle beside her, looking at a certain lying liar who's got no ground to stand on. It's a shame she doesn't have any music she could put on without endangering the phone battery she's determined to preserve. ]
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[ Oh, the way the corners of her mouth turn upward as she looks him dead in the eye through the window. ]
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He starts to yell and then, realizing that this will go nowhere, aggressively texts instead!!!]
Are you trying to intimidate me? I don't fear you.
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Fear isn't the goal. If you'd think using the head on your shoulders instead of the one in between your legs, you'd have realize that a while ago.
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That comment-he's livid.]
Don't treat me like I'm some unstable teenager.
My head is always clear and I know you're trying to play some sly game.
Knock it off and let me in.
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Oh, and also, no.
Perhaps if you act your age instead of like an unstable teenager?
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Stop drinking my wine and let me in!
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Instead, she looks at him out the window and begins the slowest sip in the history of wine inclusive feuds. ]