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[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[In a moderately popular room, there sits the Organization's token Brit on one of the couches. He's new, but he isn't going to act it; he's been lounging there watching doubles and such go by for a little while, anyway. That gives away enough. He has a few cards out and is flipping them around his fingers idly. 'Idly' here meaning 'near-impossible for anyone else.'

If you approach him or look at him too long, he glances in your direction.]

Do tell me: how has the game been treating you?

[ooc: who wrote this man's Days dialogue, honestly]

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[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Shut up you- you bearded bitch.

[Punches the table when she says that.]

You still cheated! I know it!

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[...Oh.]

My beard did nothing to you.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

It existed! It's ugly and stupid!

[YEAH. She called it stupid. What now?!]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[What the hell ass.]

I never required you to look at it.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Well it's there! I have to look at it if I am talking to you.

[Waves hand while putting the other on her hip. Huff huff]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

Your logic is stunning.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

What. Ever.

[This is a good time to storm out. So she will. And she now remembers why she hates dealing with anyone other than Marluxia.]