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All not-so-good things
must come to an end...
Posted September
13, 2007
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Waramon: **playing footsie**
Mmmmmmmm…
Black Violet: Mmm.
Waramon: My dusky posy, are you pleased?
Black Violet:
**a little muffled** Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?
Waramon: Oh… I merely wondered… I enjoy admiring your
little namesake tattoo. What a sweet location for it… *chuckle*
Black Violet: Yeah…
that was the idea.
Waramon: Are you out of sorts, dear BV? You don’t
seem your usual robust self.
Black Violet: Uhmmm… I guess. I’ve been thinking… it’s probably time I
went home. I think – I think I actually miss my housemates – and Ms. Ange…
Waramon: Ah! How tender of you. I knew there was a
softer side to you, besides your lovely skin… *smile*
Boudicca:
*hic*!
Black Violet:
Did you hear something? I think we’re not alone –
Waramon: No… but then, we’re never truly alone, when we’ve got each other –
Black Violet:
Just the same, I’d better get up and check. Besides, I should pack my things.
They’re all over hell’s half acre here.
Waramon: Yes… I shall help you, sweet treat. I think
I can remember everywhere we’ve been. It will be like revisiting old times,
yes…
Black Violet:
**stretching** Hmmmm… That noise sounded like a
hiccup… say, lazybones, aren’t you going to get up?
Waramon: Presently, frosty blossom, when you’ve done
with your calisthenics… the view is so
accommodating from here *yawn*.
Black Violet:
AHA! I thought there was someone else in the room! What’re you up to, you
gin-soaked giraffe? Besides voyeurism?
Boudicca:
*hic* S’not gin…
s’very fine vint’nage vine…
er, wine. So… Black Turnip…
you done with my wayward *hic* cousin there?
Casting him aside like so much… so much… Waramon… you’re cold, you *hic* are…
Waramon: I wouldn’t call it casting, Boudicca dear, -- more of a draping…
Black Violet:
One, the name is VIOLET – Black VIOLET. Two, what business is it of yours what Waramon and I do? You’re not married or something, are you?
Boudicca:
Well, Violet Black Violet *hic* -- he is blood, an’ you can’t get blood out of
a *hic* turnip!
Black Violet:
Okay… and just WHAT is your point?
Boudicca: Oh…
*hic* I well and truly have forgotten what that is… or why I’m here… this IS rather embarrassing…
Waramon: My dear cousin, I feel for you, I do – this IS most awkward. Usually it is ME who forgets!
Boudicca: I
would rise above this, but I am tall enough
already…!
Waramon: And I am quite low, more so than usual –
Black Violet:
And I’ll be glad to crawl back in that cardboard box for the ride home – can’t
be any weirder than THIS -- !
Bon voyage, Violette Noire!
Meantime someone else’s ox is
gored in this story of the Elf brothers, Sanar and Inigo –
Pride Goeth Before a Pratfall…
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