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]

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!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Jeez! No need to be profane! And god no! I would never let anyone do that to me, unlike you, of course.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Augh! It's no wonder nobody has ever bent you over, they probably can't bear to even be in your company unless you've got a goddamn gag on!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I don't let anyone bend me over, Clive! I think I've already stated that and for your information, a lot of people like loud sex! You wouldn't know anything about sex, would you?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

It's not loud sex that's the issue, so much as the fact that you're completely obnoxious!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Look who's talking! It's one insult after another! Jeez, no wonder no one will have sex with you, you're absolutely rude!

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I'm not like this usually! You're just special.