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[adoptalizard]

first.last@compass.net (3) (no subject) D12 63:19PM first.last@compass.net (6) Re: Mission D11 8:01PM first.last@compass.net (12) [text] D10 9:35AM

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[adoptalizard]

did you roll it in syphilis?

[liugan]

Hah. It's made out of kittens and cotton candy.

[adoptalizard]

please tell me you didnt sacrifice baby animals to make me some clothes

[liugan]

That would be a bad thing?

[ fyi even Loki wouldn't hurt a kitty. ]

[adoptalizard]

[ he better not ]

Yes.

okay we know you don't ever do anything nice so what do you actually have

[liugan]

[ transfers this image. see? nothing threatening or kitten-y about that at all. ]

[adoptalizard]

[ ...oh damn, that's a nice shirt tho. you may be crazy, winston, but you have good taste. ]

And I'm supposed to do what to get it? Come meet you on a rooftop?

[liugan]

[ god of mischief, fire, and fashion, baby. ]

I suppose if you're going to be a nervous wreck about it, solid ground will do.

[adoptalizard]

or you could just leave at my door and fuck off as a sign of good faith?

[liugan]

If that is your wish.

[adoptalizard]

it really is

[liugan]

So be it.

[ and at some point feel free to discover a small box with your nice new pretty shirt in it outside your door, darling. ]

[adoptalizard]

[ oh winston, you are the sweetest. he'll just be ninjaing out, looking both ways down the hall, poking the box with a foot at first, and then dragging it inside, where he will very cautiously open it 8T

thanks boo 8T ]

[liugan]

[ enjoy it, darling. it's a perfectly normal, plain, ordinary shirt after all.

except it might be cursed with a simple bad luck spell.

nothing major, of course. jackson just might stub his toe and misplace his shoe every so often when he wears the shirt. little things. totally not at all anything that would obviously lead back to a prankster god nope nope. ]

[adoptalizard]

[...oh you motherfucker.

some weeks from now when he starts to notice it, they will have words. just you wait, sir. ]

[liugan]

[ 8Da looking forward to it bbcakes. ]