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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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[depicted]

[The last of it makes him laugh, and that is a relief, saving him from the overwhelming sincerity of the conversation.] You'll look me up in Hell's version of Debrett's? I do hope it will be very flattering to my history, there is so much to cover.

[thirtybits]

[Judas shakes his head, unable to keep himself from smiling.] Heaven's version. I'm sure it'll be the longest write-up they've seen. I'll find you before you make it that far, probably. But if not, we'll go get you, and I'll stay or bring you back, whichever.

[depicted]

My own, personal saviour, is it?

[It's a nice thought. He has long since been damned. It's nice to think that someone cares enough to pull him out.]

[thirtybits]

[He laughs, covering his mouth.] Something like that. If you start praying to me, that is.

[depicted]

[There's an opportunity right here and—]

If you want me on my knees, I'd be happy go down for you.

[thirtybits]

[There's a pause, and in it Judas goes from flustered to rolling his eyes.]

--Oh come on, really?

[ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS, DORIAN.]

[depicted]

Is there another way you'll take your worship, O Saviour? I'm very open to all possibilities.

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No, nevermind, I don't want any worship!

[depicted]

How reasonable a Messiah you are.

[It's nice to be the teasing douchebag instead of the teased douchebag again]

[thirtybits]

...Okay, no, that's just weird, I don't want to be the Messiah of the damned.

[At least the sex jokes got shut down quickly.]

[depicted]

You said you wanted to save me.

[thirtybits]

And I do. If that's what you want, of course. I'll commit to Heaven or Hell with you, it doesn't matter. But technically probably Andrew or someone would be doing the saving.

[depicted]

[Dorian is insistent.] The technicalities are the least relevant part of it. You are the saviour of my immortal soul. It is a very unique title.

[thirtybits]

If that's how it is, it could be argued that you are, for endearing yourself to me.

[depicted]

Perhaps it could be. But why would I bother with such a dull argument?

[thirtybits]

To pat yourself on the back? Maybe claim it's the real reason you hang around with me?

[depicted]

Oh, good suggestion. I'll have to remember next time I'm in such a mood.

[dorian gray thy name is inconstancy]

[thirtybits]

[He realises all too late what a bad idea that was.]

Glad to help you pick on me, apparently.