Homesick

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole doesn't trust himself. He is classified a villain and knows it well. But he is not a sociopath. He has feelings like most human beings and he can't help but feel trapped in such a place. So he walks out to the lobby, where he finds a lot of people generally hang out, and he crosses his arms in front of the room.]

Alright! I am DYING of boredom and I miss my servants! Some one come entertain me, before I kill something!

[So it wasn't very delicate, but at least he got his point across.]

Comments

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

And what's that supposed to mean? I mean, it's hardly going to be the cock that would bother you, so unless you're suggesting I'm ugly then I don't see why you might not consider me.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Well, I wouldn't say you're my type completely. I'm into the more...gendered types.

Anyway, are you sure its not you're male genes that would bother me? I never gave a strait answer of my sexuality.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I'm perfectly gendered. And as for your sexuality... well, you keep claiming to like women, but at the same time, you look like that. So you must be at least bisexual, right?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Why would I tell you? My sexuality is perfectly my business!

And for your information, my outfit does not express any of mt sex life.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, you know about my sexuality - hell, you know about my sex life! - so you ought to return the favor.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Here, I'll let you know this, my sex life is certainly present, but it is still, none of your business. Besides, I guessed, ans you confirmed, I didn't ask you to tell me.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, I've guessed, so how about you confirm?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

No. No I think I'm going to let you decide ob your own. It shall remain a mystery.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, you told me to take off everything, wig included, but you're insistent about liking girls. So, bisexual. Or closeted. Probably the latter.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Ooh, look at you and your sassy mouth! I suppose this is your opinion, huh?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, you're probably going to say it's wishful thinking on my part, right?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

No, no. I wouldn't want to embarrass you buy exposing your true feelings for me.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ugh, you wish.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Like I said, you're not really my type.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, you're not my type! I prefer my guys less obnoxious, thanks.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

And I prefer mine much more like guys, than girls.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive hisses, pulling her wig off and holding it in the same hand as Descole's stolen hat.]

I'll have you know I can be perfectly manly if I like!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? I dunno. I'm not wholly seeing it, I don't believe.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Hissing again, Clive tosses the wig and hat at Descole so that she can unbutton the top of her shirt, enough to reach in and pull out the tissue in her bra. She shoves it in her pockets and glares up at him.]

Well, now, it's hardly that feminine now.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Are you sure about that? I'm still seeing it.

I don't know. I suppose I just like the more masculine types.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ugh, well, they obviously don't like their guys manly in return!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Oh, you are extra snappy today! But I suppose that's only coming from one who understands the same situation? Hm?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh, go fuck yourself already!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I don't need too. I have people to do that for me, pretty boy.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

What, you have people to fuck you? I bet you like to be bent over the table like some sort of whore, for all that you claim I look like someone from a drag brothel!