voicetestin

[phlogistos]

[Hey lookit this asshole hanging out in a less then reputable bar!!! He's settled in a booth in the corner, legs stretched out under the table and propped up on the chair across from him. Between long pauses for people watching, he occasionally returns to something he's writing, though he only gets a few words down before he's back to staring at the crowd. Bored out of his mind by the looks of things]

[He's also smoking despite the sign requesting that please not be a thing. The reason management hasn't come up to tell him to stop? Probably has to do with the gigantic black gun propped up beside him]


[Alternately, start something of your own!]

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[phlogistos]

Yeah you did...

[lskjdf he is indeed sort of baffled now goodness]

[ofwindythings]

I said you felt like one~

[phlogistos]

But I'm not one.

[SO YOUR FEELINGS ARE STUPID???]

[ofwindythings]

Doesn't matter~!

[N O P E]

[phlogistos]

[...]

It doesn't...?

[ofwindythings]

It doesn't change that you're one of mine~

[phlogistos]

[...but]

But you said I was yours cause I was a bird...

[ofwindythings]

Birdie soul~ And maybe I decided you were one of mine anyway!

[phlogistos]

I don't have a bird... soul... [8'|!!! He has a fire soul eff you!!!]

And I don't want to be yours.

[ofwindythings]

Well, a little bit! And you like birdies anyway.

[Totally ignoring that last bit yup.]

[phlogistos]

[x__X]

I... I don't-- [LKSDJFKLJ] I don't want to be yours.

[ofwindythings]

And?

[You make it sound like he cares about that!]

[phlogistos]

I'm not yours.

[@_@]

[ofwindythings]

But you are!

[...No Foster this is going to get more confusing.]

[phlogistos]

[..............B|]

What does that even mean...

[ofwindythings]

It means you're mine, obviously!

[phlogistos]

No I'm not.

[Wow he's actually getting a little annoyed here??? So the air around him goes up a tick in temperature here whoops]

[ofwindythings]

[...Oho.]

I don't see why not.

[phlogistos]

I don't belong to anyone.

[hhhhghghghalksdklfj the end of his cigarette glows particularly bright this time as he takes a pull]

[ofwindythings]

Everybody belongs to somebody.

[phlogistos]

Your daddy teach you that?

[He doesn't belong to anyone ffffffuuuuuccccckkkk yyyyoooouuuu]

[Not till you get his Name anyway... then he won't have much of a choice whoops]

[ofwindythings]

Well, I guess you'd belong to papa too, really.

[What with that big gun and all! ...Nevermind that Oswald doesn't actually like guns.]

[phlogistos]

[Well he did grow up in the midst and aftermath of ~the war to end all wars~ So... yeah he'd probably fit pretty well there too lskdjf]

[Snapped: ]

I don't belong to anyone. [And when he exhales, his cigarette smoke is laced through with this... acrid black coal smoke whoops]

[ofwindythings]

[Yeah so Cielo is kind of swatting at the smoke because wow that sure is dirty air.]

Then you'd just be a thing.

[phlogistos]

[Eye twitch B|]

[And then he jerks back in his chair because wow he hates getting angry! And clearly if he's breathing smoke like that, he's too invested in whatever this dumb kid is saying, so! Grits his teeth. Swallows a couple times. Gets up]

Fine, then I'll just be a thing, you know? [Grabbin his pen and papers and stuff, shoving them into his jacket with a little more vehemence then is really necessary. Then the gun gets slung over his back HE IS GONNA LEAVE YOU TO YOUR BAR EXPLORING GOOD BYE!!!]