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[Alyssa had used an actual slicker brush for large dogs. Hmm.]

Alright.

[That's a fun little plan for the future.]

How are you doing?

Running out of alcohol.

Unfortunate. I assume the means he'll be awake more.

And angry. He has no idea what reality is like outside of his house.

If it weren't for the fact you have to deal with the fallout, I'd say it might be good for him to learn.

Once we run out of firewood he won't have a choice.

[But then he'll seek other outlets.]

Not looking forward to when we start having to burn the furniture.

He has boxes of carved wooden dildos.

[To Vex's credit, she doesn't give into asking why. If she can't guess the obvious answer, she doesn't want to know it.

Instead, very dryly:]

The chairs are spared another day.

That's what a reasonable person would think.

Edited (rephrase) 2024-12-10 21:55 (UTC)

You're not actually suggesting that he's sparing the dildos?

He's threatened to extent my servitude if I try to use them as firewood.

So like, the chodes hold great sentimental value or what?

He claims they're masterpieces.

[So, so, so blandly said.]

I have so many questions, darling, and I don't want to know the answers to any of them.

Ew.

I would like to bleach my brain.

That's what alcohol is for. Unfortunately, it means running out sooner.

Now you see my problem. And the beans are done. I need to finish his dinner.

I'll steal more of your time later, then.

And Jordana, darling... thank you.

[She wasn't sure what she was being thanked for, but decided not to ask for clarification. Whatever the reason, she accepted it.]

Please do. Stay warm.

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