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[wyldfire]

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

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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.

[wyldfire]

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

[But then he'll seek other outlets.]

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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

[wyldfire]

He has boxes of carved wooden dildos.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

[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.

[wyldfire]

That's what a reasonable person would think.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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

[wyldfire]

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

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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

[wyldfire]

He claims they're masterpieces.

[So, so, so blandly said.]

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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

Ew.

[wyldfire]

I would like to bleach my brain.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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

[wyldfire]

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

[whatsinfrontofyou]

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

And Jordana, darling... thank you.

[wyldfire]

[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.