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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[doitrockapella]

No?

[explosivecombat]

Don't get me wrong; I would destroy something on a large scale eventually - either because I was ordered to do so, or simply because the desire struck me to do so.

But I wouldn't do it for you - after all, I still don't know where all your valuables are.

[doitrockapella]

Sie würden halten unser Arrangement mit meinem Speicher?

[explosivecombat]

Unfortunately, it's not nearly that romantic.

I just don't think you'd appreciate the irony if I managed to hit one of them while in the process of working your memory out of my system.

[doitrockapella]

And to think I was hoping you'd pine for me.

If I did disappear someday, is there something of mine you'd want?

[explosivecombat]

I would be fine with anything I would receive from you; given how you tend to operate, anything I would get would have been significant to you simply because you owned it in the first place.

[doitrockapella]

What if I left you a request along with it?

[explosivecombat]

What sort of request?

[doitrockapella]

It's nothing difficult.

If I up and disappear someday, keep an eye out for Kant for me, won't you? I know consolation isn't your strong suit, but it'd be enough to just...make sure he's all right. Check in once in awhile, maybe. Talk to him.

[explosivecombat]

Surely you're not implying you would leave him to me...?

[doitrockapella]

Of course not. There's already a plan in place for what they're supposed to do without me.

I just know he'll just take it badly, that's all.

[explosivecombat]

I'm sure I can manage that much, then.

[doitrockapella]

He better not end up with you, anyway. He'll tell you all my secrets.

[explosivecombat]

Is he that bad about it?

[doitrockapella]

Don't start getting any ideas. But yes, he's an incorrigible snitch, provided you ask the right questions.

And I'm well aware you'd ask the right questions.

[explosivecombat]

Oh, come now, you can't say something like that and expect me to not get any ideas.

But I'll do my best to behave. Just for you.

[doitrockapella]

You really must be getting ideas. All of a sudden you're insufferably charming.

What would you ask him that you couldn't just ask me firsthand?

[explosivecombat]

Well, nothing comes to mind now - although that's a bit of a flawed question, when you think about it.

[doitrockapella]

It was largely rhetorical, anyway.

I'm sure he'd see fit to tell you the ones that involve you. It's only fair, of course, since you're one of the parties in question.

And then it'd occur to him about fifteen seconds too late, and you'd be sworn to absolute silence with a "shhh don't tell".

[explosivecombat]

Well, now comes the obvious question, flawed though it is: What secrets are you keeping regarding me?

[doitrockapella]

I occasionally wonder if you think I'm pretty.

[explosivecombat]

Of course I do.

What else?

[doitrockapella]

You really think I'm going to tell you, don't you?

[explosivecombat]

Oh, not at all. I'm just in a particularly good mood and perfectly willing to flatter you for the time being.

[doitrockapella]

Now who's the master interrogator here? Your ways of making me talk are terribly effective.

He'd provide you with an accurate count of how many times a day I talk myself out of messaging you.