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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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[thirtybits]

OH COME ON

[depicted]

The overture was genuine. Given your renewed discomfort with physical contact, I thought we could ease you back into things by sexting.

[thirtybits]

Screw you

[depicted]

That is the thrust of the proposition.

[thirtybits]

Were you aware that I hate you with every fibre of my being right now

[depicted]

Not a single strand left over for hating yourself? My, I do feel honoured.

[thirtybits]

I guess you're right, there's a few for me too.

But you cannot be serious.

[depicted]

Quite serious: I find it very flattering to have your attention like that.

[thirtybits]

I don't doubt that, you seem to. I mean the purpose if the text.

[depicted]

Never been particularly enamoured of the practice, but for you, Judah, I would make the compromise. I value your contentment that high for the sake of my own profits.

[thirtybits]

Am I supposed to be flattered? That's absurd. Good try, I guess, better come up with something else.

[depicted]

All right: my aptitude with this technology is proof that I am not one of Satan's creatures.

[thirtybits]

[It's a long time before there's a reply.]

Haha, good point.

Where are you?

[depicted]

At the piano. Trying to transcribe House music into something possible on piano keys. Not my most successful efforts: there is no substituting for the bassline, really.

[thirtybits]

[Judas sets off toward the forest - because if Dorian is confirmed for not a demon, there's something he must do.]

Who's House?

[depicted]

[unsuspecting of Judas accepting AN INCREDIBLE STUPID ARGUMENT]

It's a type of music, very popular in clubs, heavy beats in not so much on actual musical quality. But great for grinding up against a pretty stranger.

[thirtybits]

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You're actually trying to replicate that on a piano.

[depicted]

As I said.

[thirtybits]

That makes no sense. Amazing.

[depicted]

Thank you.

[thirtybits]

I'm not complimenting you.

Unless you manage to do it, then I might be impressed. Although it still wouldn't exactly be a compliment.

[depicted]

I don't see how your intentions in saying a thing ought to have anything to do with how I take the matter.

[thirtybits]

I guess it's expecting too much of you to hope for a normal reaction.

[When Judas arrives, he looks up at the piano and takes off his jacket, dropping it to the ground. He rolls up his sleeves and makes sure they're held in place with the arm garters before testing the climb. Not so great with his shoes on, which isn't a surprise. So he sets them aside as well along with his tie and finally starts to climb.]

[depicted]

[Dorian stops hi in piano-playing efforts (failed, of course) to watch with amusement as Judas tries to scale up the tree.] Is this what the Romans watched for sport? I can see the appeal.

[thirtybits]

[Judas scowls.]

I can drop down and break my neck so you get to worry another week, if it's so entertaining.