04 | Audio | locked from Equius, Sollux, Mystique, & sure why not Roxy too

[implying]

In accordance to an agreement I made with a certain gentleman upon my arrival 4 months ago, I do believe I'm entitled to some, ah... undead affection. And while I don't mean that attractively pale dead man with the glowing eyes, let it be said that I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, as well!

But here I'm faced with a dilemma. I haven't heard from this charming corpse in quite some time — do you think I ought to look him up and remind him? Or shall I assume that he's a cadaver of his word and await his making good on our deal in his own time?

[ with a definite smirk in his voice here: ] Or perhaps this much will prove enough to spark a little reminder, hmm?

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[deadelfwalking]

[He is so deeply uncomfortable with this. A bottle of scotch comes into view, and he drinks deeply from it, glowering at Vanadi at he does so.]

This body is repulsive, loathsome. It disgusts me, and it would disgust you, were you to actually touch it.

[implying]

[ sliiiiggghtly more seriously, because OH SHIT BODY ISSUES: ] Oh, come. I could easily prove you wrong, if you'd give it a chance.

[deadelfwalking]

You cannot, and I will not.

[implying]

Disappointing! But then, of course, I'll simply have to continue complimenting you from afar. That's easily enough done!

[deadelfwalking]

I would prefer you not do that, either. [another long drink of scotch. The bottle is already half-empty.]

[implying]

Then, my dear, what would you prefer?

[deadelfwalking]

An end to your foolishness.

[implying]

Well, that is entirely impossible. It seems we're at an impasse, hmm?

[deadelfwalking]

[aaand the bottle is done.] Put me out of your mind, and stay away from me. That's what you can do. [frankly, that's what the whole island can do, as far as he's concerned.]

[implying]

There's another impossibility, unfortunately. Are you sure you won't settle for a candlelit meal, instead of ignoring? It's just shy of it, really! A good compromise, I feel.

[deadelfwalking]

[He gives Vanadi a 'motherfucker, are you MOCKING me' kind of look.]

I don't eat.

[implying]

You certainly drink, though. Perhaps a dinner for me, and an assortment of beverages for you?

[deadelfwalking]

Perhaps not.

[implying]

You can't claim you wouldn't enjoy it, my dear, with the speed at which that bottle of yours emptied.