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[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

*Lux is outside... blowing shit up with fonic artes. Is very bored, please help*

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[hymnotic]

That's productive...

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

Mmm! Make me feel a bit better.

[hymnotic]

...strange way to make yourself feel better.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

Eh, whatever works.

[hymnotic]

Hm. I guess so...

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

Not like I have anything else to do before I die.

[hymnotic]

...

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

What?

[hymnotic]

...die...?

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[hymnotic]

How?

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

... how do you think?

[hymnotic]

...

[obsidianmotion]

At least all the drecks aren't as destructive as you.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

What?

[obsidianmotion]

And most aren't so deaf, either.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

What makes you think you can call me dreck, replica?

[obsidianmotion]

Perhaps it is different where you're from, but I am the original. Not the replica.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

So? Dreck looks like dreck to me.

[obsidianmotion]

Then I shall continue to call you dreck as well.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

That insecure of yourself, huh?

[obsidianmotion]

More like that sure of myself.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

You have to insult others to make you feel important. Sure. Fine.

[obsidianmotion]

It's not an insult when it is the truth.

[ofbrightlight.livejournal.com]

*shrug* Whatever you say, dreck.