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[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

This stupid thing again... I don't know why I bother.

Dante, you cheap bastard, will you just hurry up and pay me what you owe me, already? It's not like I enjoy harassing you all the time, it gets fucking old.

Oh, and the rest of you? Don't bother. Unless you have some demon issue that you want me to take care of and you'll pay me for, unlike someone, just don't bother. I've got better things to do than humor you idiots.

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[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Ugh, you haven't even seen the Mad Hatter yet? And exactly how did you get pulled into this shit in the first place?

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

Wrong place, wrong time. I know these people, so it's kinda crazy to see them all... crazy.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

Well... You'd better make it back in one piece.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

It's the non-violent interpretation, sorry to say. So not only is it fucked it, it's also boring.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

That's too bad. I was hoping you'd get roughed up at least a little.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

Hey, this way I get to save it all for you. You sure you don't just wanna take that debt outta my hide?

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

The offer's tempting, but... I think I'll pass. I'm afraid "Dante's bruises" aren't acceptable currency around here. Maybe in Wonderland they are, but... heh.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

Any other way I could pay you back? You know, things that don't involve money.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Mmm... let me think... How about "no." Cheapass.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

C'mon, Lady, I'm broke.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

God dammit... Useless.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

I try.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

I take it back. Don't bother coming back in one piece.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

Aw, that hurts.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Does not.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

You wound me.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Liar.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

I'm a sensitive guy, Lady, you know that.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Right. You're as soft as a sheet of sandpaper.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

Sandpaper rips awful easily.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

You're missing the point.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

Hardly. You're still a bitch, my feelings are hurt, and at the end of the day, I still don't have a dime to give you.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

You forgot one; you're still an asshole.

You better figure out a way to pay me back, or I'll have to spend more on the bullets I use to tear your ass up.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

C'mon, Lady, you know all that does is wreck my damn clothes.

[sin-nom.livejournal.com]

Which is strangely satisfying.