Trolls die, Lamia.

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 began pestering aspirantExegesist
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 at 18:48 --


PH: >:) How's it going, Laaaamia? Just another night?
AE: {Arethusa.}
AE: {Hello.}
AE: {Would that it were.}
PH: Oh, my. Did something s?ectacularly ...
PH: ... dare I say even ...
PH: ... ?oignantly ...
PH: ... hilarious?
PH: Occur?
PH: If you are sitting on a story, and not telling the story to me...
PH: ... I will be com?letely overcome by travesty!
AE: {Dearest Arethusa.}
AE: {If your design was to cause me to regret having sent Pepeir your way.}
AE: {You have admirably succeeded.}
PH: I am honestly at a loss, Lamia. I do not know why you think I have designed anything at all involving ?e?eir.
AE: {He provided me with a great number of lines to read between.}
AE: {Wobbly lines, Arethusa.}
AE: {Very wobbly lines.}
PH: Ah, but Lamia, I ho?e you are Exegesist enough to note that any...
PH: ...?lots or designs or constructions or confabulations of a romantical nature...
PH: ...which may or may not have been there, between lines, legible to YOU ....
PH: ...certainly did not have their roots in MY ?lottings. >:)
AE: {Funny, Arethusa, I said nothing about plots, designs, constructions, or confabulations of a ROMANTICAL nature.}
PH: Oh, Lamia. Is there a reason to be coy right now?
PH: Would you like me to ?lay blind, deaf, dumb?
AE: {I would like you to truthfully indicate that you have not been encouraging his ... Intentions towards me.}
PH: Remember, I have a keen eye for such things!
AE: {Sadly I suspect that is not a thing which will occur.}
PH: Lamia. What did you ask of me, concerning ?e?eir?
PH: ?rior to his first shy, uncertain, weak-willed, Come Cull Me, I Have No Working S?ine, My S?ine Barely Holds Me U? In A Standing ?osition
PH: ... Message?
PH: Do you recall?
AE: {^-_-^}
AE: {I would like you to know that that is a remarkably accurate rendition of the face I am presently making.}
PH: Does this mean you have re-read our old log and now remember...
PH: ...that you asked me to hel? ...
PH: ... straighten the ?oor little guy's confusions?
PH: Since for some reason --
PH: a mysterious reason
PH: -- he wasn't able to come to you?
PH: I've encouraged nothing but clarity, Lamia! Clarity, and ?erha?s a bit of self-restraint. That is my story, and it is hardly even fictionalized at all!
AE: {...Self-restraint.}
AE: {I see.}
AE: {If YOU recall, I did not ask you to speak to him because he would not confide in me.}
PH: True, but ...
AE: {I asked you to speak to him because I thought your expertise on the matter vastly exceeded my own, and trusted --}
PH: ... All he wished to s?eak about was you, Lamia.
PH: To be com?letely serious.
PH: Without ornamentation.
PH: He is dee? in a flushcrush. I don't even know if he's thought much about it.
PH: I highly doubt he has, to be honest.
AE: {He is so YOUNG, Arethusa.}
PH: He is!
AE: {He is young and foolish and soft as spring mud.}
AE: {And, like an orphaned wiggler, has imprinted on the first creature to show him kindness.}
AE: {And this is hideously uncomfortable, and I don't really blame you. It's just ... So awkward.}
AE: {...Are you talking to him right now?}
AE: {Furthest gods, you are, aren't you.}
PH: Lamia. Leaving aside, for the moment, your a??arent disbelief in your ability to ins?ire devotion, to a??ear to another troll as a thing of loveliness, a thing that makes these trolls sur?ass the desire for casual aquaintance and wish instead to s?end time with you, and also leaving aside your a??arent belief that ?e?eir's infatuation is any less likely to bloom into a TRUE red. . .
PH: . . . I am sorry that it is so uncomfortable. ?erha?s he will soon die.
PH: >:)
AE: {...}
AE: {What.}
PH: Trolls die, Lamia.
PH: Ha??ens all the time.
AE: {Indeed.}
AE: {Augh, I find I am exhausted by these shenanigans. I need to recuperate.}
AE: {Good night, Arethusa.}
PH: Awww, ?oor Lamia.
PH: So beloved.
PH: >;)