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[workaphilic]

[Their voices are back, he knows that. It was suffocating, not being able to speak, the sensation of having all his thoughts trapped in his skull and nowhere to put them except paper. More so than even he expected.

It should be a relief to speak, but he doesn't. He's subdued today, for more than a few reasons.]

We were overdue, it seems. Too settled, too content. Are we to chin up and move on from this one, too? Welcome the castle's gifts back with open arms once the two weeks have passed? Forgive and forget, they say.

If so, the least you could do is be quiet about it. Just because you can shout again doesn't mean you have to.

[A small pause.

He was distracted at the time, yes, but not enough to let it go by unacknowledged.]

I don't forget an anniversary, Cair Paradisa, much as you would like me to.

SH

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[ofhope]

I mark the days on the walls.

[workaphilic]

Fitting, for a prison sentence.

[ofhope]

Been in worse prisons.

[workaphilic]

Have to take your word for it. If they exist in my world, I've been spared them.

[ofhope]

Bodies don't count?

[workaphilic]

Not to me. Given the alternative.

[Not actually suicidal.]

[ofhope]

[ Not either, but Things happened. :> Probably will not happen for you sry Sherlock. ]

And then you'd be without your brain.

[workaphilic]

What a tragedy for everyone that will be.

[ofhope]

I'd be..."bummed".

[workaphilic]

That entertaining, am I? I'm touched.

[ofhope]

Your music is nice.

[workaphilic]

Madonna Lucrezia seems to think so as well.

Unfortunate that I'm not much for concerts.

[ofhope]

Too crowded.

[lucre]

Your anniversary?

[workaphilic]

My second.

[lucre]

How charming. You will celebrate?

[workaphilic]

It doesn't warrant celebration.

[lucre]

Anything can warrant celebration.

[workaphilic]

Being desperate for an excuse to dance and drink is not the same as warranting it.

[lucre]

Why does anyone need excuses to do anything?

[workaphilic]

Because they've been told to.

If they didn't, my days would be much busier.

[lucre]

So your days would be busier if more people were like myself.

[workaphilic]

If that philosophy of yours also applies to murder, then yes.

[lucre]

[ Perhaps. ]

I suggest a celebration and your mind strays to death.

[workaphilic]

[He wouldn't be that surprised, truthfully. She teeters a bit, like he does.]

Parties are dull. I enjoy a good murder much better.