Backdated to the beginning of the Filter problem

[demonologist]

[Dictated - Broken Filter to Fred]

Do I need to find new and exciting ways to entice you away from that lab in order for you to eat something? I'm not above putting on that Lornette outfit, you know.

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[spongetastic]

Um... Wesley. I don't think you meant everyone to see that.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Wow, do I even wanna know?

[demonologist]

What? How did you...I'm sure I locked that.

[demonologist]

That was not meant for public consumption.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Dammit, now I'm actually curious.

[demonologist]

Prepare to be disappointed.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

And here I was hoping for a bonding moment here, Wesley.

[demonologist]

Pick another one. Like a mutual love for single malt whiskeys and bourbons.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Only this much public shame and you're being driven to the bottle already? I didn't think you'd break that fast.

[demonologist]

[Why does he feel like he's suddenly been thrust into the schoolyard again?]

Think whatever you want, Damon, I'm not ashamed of being in a relationship with the woman of my dreams who happens to appreciate my particular sense of humour.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Kinks. I believe you meant to say kinks.

And hey, I'm not judging. Granted, it's a little extreme for my tastes but to each their own.

[fredless]

That's...[Isn't a girl allowed to go work for a few hours? And that's not even accounting for the Damon of it all] Are we really talking about this?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

I can't think of anything else better to talk about.

Broken Filter AGAIN to Fred

[demonologist]

It was meant to be just a bit of harmless teasing, but now everyone probably thinks I have a penchant for cross-dressing.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Probably?

I think you mean "accidentally confirmed."

[fredless]

[Well this just isn't getting any better, is it?]

You know, this is quickly becoming one of the most ridiculous conversations I've had since getting here. And just so we're clear, I've been here for a while.

And Wesley, I don't think anybody that really knows you actually thinks you're gunning for that bit of a costume.

[demonologist]

[Blast it, why aren't the journals working properly.]

Let's not delve into each other's dirty laundry, Damon, you might not come out looking too 'clean' yourself.

Fred, I might be gunning to see you in it again, but that's just for...well, something we can discuss later. In person

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Oh, I know I won't. Difference is: no shame.

But hey, please, don't mind me. Continue discussing.

[fredless]

[She's exasperated, flattered and accepting that all this just isn't going away]

Well now we know one of your kinks. You clearly like to watch. Well...listen. You know what I mean.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Isn't this a wonderful learning experience?

[demonologist]

Not especially. The time where I wanted to learn anything personal about you is long past.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Ouch. What happened to clean slates?

[fredless]

[Fred sighs]

I don't think I'm the one that needs privacy.

[demonologist]

Clean slates? We're just talking, aren't we?

[Then he gives a slightly chagrined sigh at Fred's reaction.]

Fred...I'll leave the light on. And keep a slice of cheesecake for you.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

That's what I was aiming for, but you had to get all ornery.

[fredless]

I'll be home in an hour or so. And I suppose I can get by one just one slice.

[And with that?]

I'll leave the both of you to it, then.

[She'll inevitably always be just a little bit outside on this one]

[demonologist]

Ornery doesn't mean I'm about to whip a stake.

[That sounded a touch less questionable in his head.

To Fred:]

I'll save you more, of course.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Hey, I can never tell.

[demonologist]

Believe me, it would take more than a sarcastic quip to have me resorting to violence. Although, popping bubblegum and using pages from ancient texts to wrap said gum up in, has been known to set me off.

[Strange how he might be thinking of and missing Harmony right now, of all things.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Shit, give me a second so I can write this down somewhere.

[demonologist]

As if you ever took into account anyone else's wishes? Still, I am inclined to let the past slide if you will.

[Perhaps more for Lana's sake than anyone's.]

[spongetastic]

The journals aren't working.

[luthored]

[ It's not your fault that this type of 'for Lana's sake' is sadly outdated, Wesley, but she still boos in her head and can't even say anything without Damon seeing it, damnit. Why don't you throw him off a cliff for Lana's sake? Thank you.

Mental note to bring this up at the next dinner. ]

obv not here

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Bite him, Lana. >B|]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Hey, I don't even really remember it. So bygones can be bygones as far as I'm concerned.