(no subject)

[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.]

Comments

[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.

[breathefire]

I'm more used to boys getting angry when I say no is all.

[barelyjoyous]

You laugh at all the boys?

[breathefire]

They're not usually as wittily charming as you, so no.

[barelyjoyous]

Certainly they wouldn't be. I'm one of a kind.

[breathefire]

I've got no doubt of that.

[barelyjoyous]

So, why not?

[breathefire]

I'm not really a touchy kind of guy.

[barelyjoyous]

Is that it?

[breathefire]

Yup.

[barelyjoyous]

You're all gonna die. Live a little.

[breathefire]

[sigh]

I don't think you get what I mean.

[barelyjoyous]

I'd get what you mean if you said what you mean.

[breathefire]

I mean that sometimes unfunny city boys used to come around my town during the holy days and when I told them no they didn't take it so well that they didn't take it all so I don't like being touched, is what I mean.

[barelyjoyous]

[pause]

Right then.

[breathefire]

Right.

[putting the pan in the oven.]

[barelyjoyous]

[whistles.]