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[barelyjoyous]

[it's late o'clock and some jackass is throwing various pieces of cutlery into a wall of the living area, whistling a jaunty tune.]

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[breathefire]

It's a figure of speech.

[barelyjoyous]

Right.

[flicks a light on, sits down on a counter. ... still holding cutlery, of course]

[breathefire]

Right.

[goes back to stirring shit together in his little apron]

[barelyjoyous]

What're you making, then?

[breathefire]

Bannock.

[barelyjoyous]

What's that?

[breathefire]

It's like bread.

[barelyjoyous]

So it's bread.

[breathefire]

Yeah, sure.

[barelyjoyous]

[moves over the counter, shoves cutlery in a drawer, walks around the general area like a dickhead.]

[breathefire]

[whatever princess, putting this shit into a pan]

[barelyjoyous]

Hey.

[breathefire]

What now?

[barelyjoyous]

Wanna fuck?

[breathefire]

...

[breathefire]

[OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD LAUGHTER]

[barelyjoyous]

[well they don't usually laugh.]

[breathefire]

I'm flattered, really, but all hells no.

[barelyjoyous]

All right.

[breathefire]

Really, that's it?

[barelyjoyous]

Did you want flowers?

[breathefire]

Nah. Just not the reply I expected.

[barelyjoyous]

You're no belle of the ball.

[breathefire]

Not what I meant, 'boyo'.

[barelyjoyous]

Oi. Then say what you meant.