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[rapsheet]

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	» Age: Not exactly relevant. » Seeking: Without trying to be evasive - not very much, if I'm honest. » Preferences: That dead people stay dead, as a general rule. » Interests: Good wine, good music, decent odds, and getting my work done. » Bio: Some call me the Grim Reaper. I don't really know what I'm doing here, but a diversion in the meantime can't hurt.
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Comments

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... I have questions about so many parts of this.

1/2

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Hit me

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With the questions don't actually hit me I am very sore

1/2

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And here I was just getting my hopes up. You break my heart, love.

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Honestly the only question worth bothering to ask is... metal?

[spellslots]

Give me like a week

I was hella drunk, my man, and promised more tequila shots. It wasn't worth it

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Noted.

And you're sure you weren't just... mugged.

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I know when I'm being mugged!

[rapsheet]

Mhm. Of course you do.

[spellslots]

What? You've never been mugged before? It just happens sometimes life's fucking like that

[rapsheet]

Until recently I was never really on the material plane long enough. Incorporeal souls find it difficult to mug anyone, much as a lot of them would have dearly loved to.

[ We don't talk about Legion, thanks. ]

Anyway, I'm just kidding. There's no need to be so sore about it.

[ Badum-tshh. ]

[spellslots]

You were alive once I am pretty fucking sure!

Also I'm breaking up with you for that

[rapsheet]

[ ... Is it weird that he forgets to count his mortal life? That's weird, right? ]

Somehow I managed to escape without getting mugged at any point then either. That I remember, at least. It was a long time ago.

Are you sure you're alright, love? You sound... butthurt.

[spellslots]

New plan:
I'm gonna kill Lup cause I can only assume she's responsible for this shit and then I'm gonna kill you

[He's being dramatic.]

[rapsheet]

[ Taako? Dramatic? Surely not. ]

I don't know what you mean. Did I say something wrong?

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You know what I was gonna power through the pain and let you fuck me tonight but I guess that's off the table, huh?

[rapsheet]

... I'd tell you you're the worst, but I get the feeling you already know.

[spellslots]

Oh, I know, but it never hurts to hear it again

[rapsheet]

Try not to waste too many spell slots on Levitate.

[ You utter pain. ]

[spellslots]

Or I could just use healing potions you doofus

[So why the drama in the first place?

Does that really need asking?]

[rapsheet]

Yes, I'm definitely the doofus here...

[ He'd actually assumed there was some reason why that was unfeasible. Should've known. ]

Anyway, I thought you'd be pleased with me picking up the ways around here. I actually bought something called a bath bomb the other day. Amazing what people will invent given enough free time, isn't it?

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If you're amazed by bath bombs my entire bathroom is gonna blow your mind. I'm gonna put you in the tub with bath tea

[rapsheet]

Bath tea..?

[ Any version of that he can imagine just sounds itchy and uncomfortable. ]

[spellslots]

It's just like herbs and shit in a giant tea bag that you dunk in the bath while you're soaking. Kind of an improvement on bath bombs cause you don't end up covered in bits of lavender

[rapsheet]

[ Oh. Well that's much nicer. ]

Hm. Alright. I'll get you to show me how that works at some point.