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[alethiological]

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EXPECT DELAYS BECAUSE I LIVE WITH ASSHOLES]

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[alethiological]

I never said you were. I only said if someone says that, they're probably not in the 'friend' category.

[hairpine]

But you do consider me to be a monster! You have yet to vocalise this fact, but that is the case, isn't it?

[alethiological]

Correct.

[...Way too blunt there.] But don't take it personally. I feel this way towards anyone with such toxin. You're a nice kid.

[hairpine]

It is not a toxin, Sir! Toxins are poisons produced through biological means.

[alethiological]

It also functions as an adjective to describe someone who's been poisoned. Such a thing is not restricted to biological effects.

[hairpine]

I have -- had this condition since my birth. I wasn't poisoned over the course of eighteen years, Mr Wright, I have always existed in this manner. Even its adjectival use is incorrect as applies to me!

[alethiological]

[Nothing's changed really, except when his eyes narrow they almost seem a different color. Brighter. And no longer glaring at her, but something deeper, and it's soul-piercing.

Probably because it's literally glaring at her soul.] I understand that's what you believe, so I won't shoot it down. But do me the favor to not act like it's a good thing when I'm nearby.

[hairpine]

[......... oops. A little like a chastised eight year old;]

Yes.

[alethiological]

[She pretty much is.]

Good.

[And it's only when the feeling disappears can anyone realize there was a presence that reeked of something... bright. Bright is rare in London. Impossible, actually. But it's gone, so maybe it was imagined.]

Sorry. It's... [A beat.] A condition.

[That joke was a bit easier to catch.] Don't take it personally. This may be a bit late with the timing, but as a friend of Sei's, feel free to ask for help if you need it.

[hairpine]

[Well that is. A thing. She'll have to look it up when she gets home.]

... Yes, Sir.

I will, thank you...!

[alethiological]

[She'll find a grand sum of nothing for her troubles, but FIGHT ON, MICHELAINE! YOU'LL SUCCEED MAYBE BUT ACTUALLY WON'T!]

Mn. Have a good day, Elaine. Tell Sei to stop being stupid for me.

[hairpine]

Yes, Sir!