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010 ♐ Accidental Voice: Wa% Poetic

[Perhaps it's his pity riddled mind that causes him to accidentally turn on the audio right now, or maybe he's just tired with how exhausted he's getting lately from his projects. Either way, audio starts up and there's just silent for a moment before a long-]

Hmmm...

And then I suppose, -ah. [A pause, the grating sound of grinding teeth and a tapping sound, before the tapping stops and he speaks again.]

Stalking- with exceptional flocking- of emotional tidings from love affairs to stalwart ridings, yet still the clop's a stopped like a steel fixed blood box in the chest chamber of a royal blue ox. Hmm- [More tapping.]

Yet, to be honest- I'm the fondest- of an exceptional vigor of an exalted figure- not of my own but of another, left to suckle the proverbial udder of budding passion of a most heretical fashion. There I may find my metaphorical bastion to ration my idled mind of deep compassionate abstractions.

Abstractions? Hmmm, perhaps not, no-

[Tap tap tap...]

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[Nope.]

"Left to thuckle the proverbial udder-" oh my God, no, no no, no. No. FUCK no...

IT'S NOT FOR YOU!

DOETH IT MATTER?? The fact you even WROTE THITH to begin with ith more horrifying than the fact you probably have a collection of perthonal fake bulgesth thtashed thomewhere. Like what the fuck did your luthuth teach you to let you think thith kind of thing wath okay?? I've never felt tho offended by thpoken word in my whole life, I think my auricular sponge clotsth are thlowly lothing their ability to perceive thound ath an act of rebellion againstht thuch an amalgamation of cringe-worthy wordsth thtrung together like a thtring of behemoth leaving'th decorationsth.

Slam poetry is a respectable art form you uncivilized rube! Just because your unrefined, retarded brute of a lusus never taught you about your own blasted colture does mean you can come galloping in here all willy nilly with completely unnecessary insults. You sound like a immature wriggler with that verbal excrement streaming from your oral cavity. I doubt you even understand the historical significance of exercising your brain in this esteemed fashion!

Edited 2012-12-06 01:23 (UTC)

The only thing I'm hearing right now ith a really bad defenthe of a really bad rap. You thuck. You can't write a line of poetry, let alone rap, to thave your overall pointleth life. You are the perthon that people find the diariesth of thweepsth later and go "what a fucking dipshit thith guy ith."

Even if my luthuth wath retarded, at leatht I never drank thtuff from hith genitalsth on a nightly bathith. Which I gueth would explain your obthethion with having a million dicksth in your mouth all of the time.

Your statement is one of OPINION! Though I can see you have no appreciation of art at all besides that, not that I care to strong arm such knowledge into that feeble mind myself. I'll have you know my work is very refined and I have had extensive experience crafting these types of poetic lines. How dare you insult something I would have rathered you had nothing to do with in the first place!

Drank st-!! YOU- [A growled huff, clenching his hands, hey, might hear the leather on his gloves whine a little.] You shut your impaired mouth! I won't have anymore of your ridiculous taradiddles!

You keep going on but all I'm hearing ith "I thteal linesth from porn ficsth, written by Nepeta."

If I didn't have thomething I needed to talk to you about, I'd have already dropped thith converthation like it wath hot.

Plagiarism is extremely beneath me, Sollux, I would never, and from my moirail, why on Alternia would I steal from someone worse than myself? Would you just get to whatever you had to say then? Instead of expanding upon this needless kerfuffle any further?

I would thay "I'll jutht tell you in perthon" but thince you're an athhole and practically moved out to leave me to deal with Eridan, I'm going to jutht do it over the computer, and I'm not even going to lock it. You brought thith upon yourthelf.

I am like 90% sure Vanadi ith cheating on you.

I didn't move out, I merely found a more proper place to do my work, somewhere more expanse. And since a majority of my time looks to be for working, I am usually there. It's my fault you haven't chosen to relocate your lazy bum yet. You-

[A pause, throat tightening. No, he would've been an idiot to not see some... odd things with Vanadi, how he acts, as charming as it is, as friendly as it is. Equius is rather observant obviously. Yes, he sees how the other acts, heard the way he speaks, he's- just like that, of course. He's a flighty rapscallion, an untamed beast to some degree, there's not problem with that, no, of course not.]

[He takes a moment to swallow any doubt.]

Excuse you, but what of this is your business?

Tho you know? That he'th cheating on you and you're thtill going out with him?

[Not answering how it's his business though, of course not. He wouldn't have a good answer for it.]

He's not cheating on me. Vanadi is exceptionally charismatic and friendly, and while I don't pride myself on either of those things, I understand why he seeks attention as he does. [pity, man, it actually plays a part here, woo. Not that Vanadi really gets that but hey, that's something Equius has to understand when dating a well- not troll.]

All of which- again- has nothing to do with you, you intrusive little pest.

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