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[wythersake]

[ wait ]

What demon?

1/2

[muckspout]

2/2

[muckspout]

was kidnapped by a demon who pretended to be me for

[a shuffling sound as he counts on his fingers]

two months

[wythersake]

If you've developed some latent arcane talent in my absence sufficient to attract and shuck prolonged possession -

[ well. he has more questions. ]

[muckspout]

don't know what that means.

[Anyway--]

If it fucked the farrier, 'm doomed.

[wythersake]

[ he's not going to get sense out of this. for all he knows, that was instead a latent talent for metaphor - ]

Are you alright?

[ - is what really matters. for the moment. ]

[muckspout]

[Fully panicked]

Was doing a lot better til you told me this! Why is he still like this?

[with great intensity]

it's been years!

[wythersake]

What happened? Years ago.

[muckspout]

Slept with him regularly for awhile and then he got weird and mahogany about it, so stopped and then he got worse! double mahogany! triple sometimes!

[wythersake]

[ having been obsessed over by an unstable party, i've found the best method to safely and effectively communicate your concerns is to have a slap-fight about it in the bottom of a pirate ship -

a slow breath out. cover the bases: ]

Have you asked him to stop?

[muckspout]

stopped sleeping with him. Or talking to him. Only went to the stables when he wasn't there.

[wythersake]

So no.

[muckspout]

[Huffy]

Did you tell him to stop when he asked you all those questions?

[wythersake]

I didn't fuck him. Clean up your mess, Edgard. The next time that anyone threatens me over our presumed affair, I will make very certain that you are incapable of the act.

[muckspout]

[The insult flies over his head]

But- But-

[and here's the real truth]

it'll hurt his feelings

[wythersake]

That's several years foregone. Cauterize it.

[muckspout]

With fire?

[Seems violent!]

[wythersake]

With honesty.