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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]



Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

Comments

[cantacquityou]

Obviously it is easier said than done...

[takethat]

Oh, well....

...at least you're cute when you're all flustered.

[cantacquityou]

Perhaps a glass of wine will help me forget that I ever asked that.

[takethat]

You better not forget! No backing out now...

[cantacquityou]

...The more I think on it, perhaps you may wish to give a little more time to thinking on it after learning a bit more about the process? It does require quite a bit of... -ahem- ...preparation.

[takethat]

[Sigh]

For someone who usually focuses on details, you're such a bad listener. I told you, I've done my homework. I know what's involved.

[cantacquityou]

I am not a "bad listener" for not assuming that you are as adequately prepared as you claim to be! How are you so certain that you know all there is to know? Have you spoken to people with sufficient experience?

[takethat]

I haven't gone around interviewing people on the best way to take it up the butt, no.

I was under the impression you know what you're doing.

[cantacquityou]

If that is the case, then don't you think it would be prudent to allow me to explain, or...or at least allow me to gauge the extent of your knowledge on the subject instead of trying to convince me that you already know what there is to be done?

[takethat]

Maybe I can spare you the agony of another awkward conversation, and you could just teach me as we go.

[cantacquityou]

If it only were that simple...

[takethat]

You're so dramatic...! It's sex, Miles. It's just loud and messy and romantic.

[A shrug. He's truly not terribly concerned.]

And anyway, I trust you.

[cantacquityou]

Tch. Oh, I'd be so tempted to teach you a lesson if it were not only for the fact that I am simply terribly concerned about hurting you...

[takethat]

I can take a lot when it comes to pain. I just enjoy whining.

[cantacquityou]

I think I'd prefer for you to actually enjoy the experience.

[takethat]

What makes you think I wouldn't like it rough?

[cantacquityou]

I am starting to get the impression that you are not aware that much of the preparation is done on your end.





...No pun intended.

[takethat]

Forget it, Miles. There are only so many ways I can say the same thing over and over again until I give up on you ever hearing it.

[cantacquityou]

[Sighs resignedly]


...Alright, then. I suppose if you are going to trust me, I'll just have to trust you to know what you are doing...

[takethat]

...that would be nice. Thank you.

[He sighs and nestles back against his pillows, falling uncharacteristically silent.]

[cantacquityou]

...Just be sure to give me the week's advance notice.

[takethat]

...I think it'll be up to you to decide that, too. Being that you'll be... in charge.

[cantacquityou]

Not of the cleansing and acclimation processes of it, no. You will have to let me know when you've finished with that and feel sufficiently comfortable to move on.

[takethat]

Fine, fine... You could be a lot sexier in the way you talk about it, you know. You make it soud like a medical procedure.

[cantacquityou]

I really don't think there is any sort of a "sexy" way to discuss enemas.