I deserved that.
But damme, man, did you have to hit me quite that hard? I think something's broken...

EDIT: Ah, that's helpful. In a while I'll be going for a walk to building four, and then for a very long walk around the city. I may not be back for some time. Need to think.

LATER EDIT: Right, I'm definitely quitting this building for a while if the pair of them are in discussion.


I did deserve it, you know, and it's not as if I didn't think he'd do it. So don't go too hard on him, will you? But, I'm sorry. I've caused you trouble, and I can't just blame it all on the curse. I may not have had my self-control, but I was still myself, and I'm a dreadful blunderer when it comes to women, as Miss Swann will attest. I hope we can be comrades, but.... well, not just yet, I think.


[[ooc: I'm not sure who my muses hate more, me or themselves :P. Anyway, away for the weekend, and therefore so is he. As for the other two... Uriel is weeping profusely and listening to Dashboard Confessional trying to heal the mangled remains of the garden and won't talk to anyone except perhaps Jan who might be able to cheer him up a bit (you may Godmode a little, Zimon darling, but behave yourself.:P), and Walter is, oh, I dunno, catching up on the ironing he missed while he didn't have any limbs.]]