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[paradisamods]

[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

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[workaphilic]

[Scowl. Splitting hairs, as far as he's concerned.]

Fine. What if I enumerate anything I plan to do to it at least [a beat to think] half an hour before I do? Would that be satisfactory?

[confidente]

You're not going to take a flat out no, are you? [ Of course he isn't. A sigh. ] I guess it'll have to do.

[workaphilic]

[He brightens immediately.]

Don't worry, it'll be ages before I get to anything that might actually damage [read: destroy] it. Just some minor tests until then.

[confidente]

[ Sadly John doesn't share his enthusiasm. ] Just try not to set the flat on fire.

[workaphilic]

[Completely straightfaced:]

You know I can't promise that.

[confidente]

Try.

[workaphilic]

[Pause. Thinking! Probably way longer than is entirely comfortable.]

I can promise to try and keep it localized.

[confidente]

[ Facepalm. He'll say goodbye to the kitchen ahead of time then. ]