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This Is Kanaya Maryams Livejournal
Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
Im Still Not Entirely Clear On How That Happened

I Have Taken The Courtesy Of Not Speaking In My Blood Color Or The Standard Font To Display Cultural Sensitivity
Though If You Want To Converse In The Fashion To Which I Am Most Accustomed That Would Be Fine
If You Would Like Me Not To Represent My Enunciation Textually That Would Also Be Acceptable Though I Would Prefer Not To All Things Being Equal
It Causes Me Moderate Strain

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They Arent Screened Because That Would Be Somewhat Troublesome For Actually Conducting Conversations With Anonymous Browsers
But The Logging Of Addresses Following The Four-Point Specifications Of This Grubnet Is Off As Well
So I Hope You Are At Comfort

My Profile Contains The Means Of Connecting To Trollian With Me If Desired
Thats All

Comments

[dicey]

I would pay to be there when he finds out.

[speakveryclearly]

In all honesty, I might not object to such a thing either.

[dicey]

If that were the kind of drama going on in my place, I might start to pay attention!

Right now it's stupid stuff that only my player gives a fuck about.

[speakveryclearly]

I would agree that drama you're not invested in is almost always the worst kind.

[dicey]

Soooooooo boring.

[speakveryclearly]

Nothing like an iron or a fire.

[dicey]

Definitely not! I have irons all over the place, but they're much better than that.

[speakveryclearly]

And of course you're accustomed enough that they don't burn you to touch anymore.

[dicey]

Not unless I want them to.

[speakveryclearly]

Oh? Do they? I didn't take you for a masochist.

[BAD THOUGHTS........]

[dicey]

I was making a reference to my awesome scars!

[has she mentioned them yet? oh, only a hundred times? okay]

[speakveryclearly]

Ahhhhhhhh. Lost track of the metaphor for a moment, sorry.

[dicey]

You got a dirty mind when you turned seven sweeps!

[speakveryclearly]

Now now now, Vriska. When did I ever imply this masochism was sexual?

[WITH HER EYES]

[dicey]

I guessed!

[speakveryclearly]

Have I confirmed your guess? Or did said guess come from your own dubiously clean think pan?

[dicey]

You haven't confirmed oooooooor denied.

[speakveryclearly]

Maybe that's just because masochism is a very broad term, and I intended to neither specify nor rule out that possibility.

[dicey]

You're so weird!

[speakveryclearly]

Being a rainbow drinker does these things to you.

[She smiles suddenly and then -- looks away as if she's keeping a pleasant secret, before turning back, calmer.]

Would you prefer me to return merely fussyfanged? Ask how you're enjoying the meal?

[dicey]

It's fine! Better than most of the stuff we eat in the city.

[speakveryclearly]

Glad to hear it.

[dicey]

You're not trying to get me to fill pails with you or anything, right?

[speakveryclearly]

[WELL]

I. Uh. [SHE SAID BEND OVER THE TABLE though that meant bloodsucking.]

It's just. That. From a metaversal perspective. There's. Something funny. About.

Oh my god I'm not sure. If. Ahaha. ...there's no way I'm getting out without telling you this detail, so.

[dicey]

Man, you really can't say anything straightforward, can you!