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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2017 5:46 pm
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Beel was in an unused office space. This was because his stupid ******** Noble compatriot hadn't shown up to claim a space yet, although he was sure he would, but this was just silly. Regardless, here he sat, lamenting the atrium and all the backbreaking work he'd put into the place.
On the other hand, there was a definitely weight lifted from his head. He wasn't bound to the Court, not like he was. It was... refreshing. Terrifying. Strange?
He jumped when Hart threw herself in, "Christ," He composed himself, "It's a little hard not to hear. Why the hell do you have lemonade?" Pause, "Hello."
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:51 pm
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"Hardly!" The fetch suddenly exclaimed, "Everything is all, it's so—different, and that's not bad, but where the hell is Shiloh? He should be here setting everything up, he's shirking Hart. And my atrium, my beautiful, beautiful atrium—it's all gone." He sighed, "I put so much work into that. It was the utter culmination of my boredom."
"But I digress, I suppose. He'll show up eventually." He looked to Hart, "And... yes, I suppose. Lemonade does sound lovely actually. A shame Odal is being a p***k with the harder stuff." Beel waved his hand, two glasses seeming to come into existence before him, before he waved one over to his current drinking buddy. "But this will do. What exactly..." He looked to the glass, then to the drink she was holding, "Have you been up to? As vigorous as my tales of my tales of self desperation and despair are, I doubt that's hardly why you've come."
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