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Cal: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Hesta: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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Hesta: What do you think of this coffee sampler pack?

Miranda Shawcross: It's a good selection of our high-end blends.

Hesta: Ah good, this will be perfect for Cal's birthday.

Miranda Shawcross: Cal? Your nemesis?

Hesta: Yes, he drinks the disgusting free coffee in the bar at the Den.

Miranda: You hate him. Why would you get him a gift?

Hesta: After this, he'll know what real coffee tastes like and won't be able to go back. He'll have to brew his own or stop at a fancy place each morning. This gift will cost him thousands of kruge a year.

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Cal: I want to tell a joke but I can only remember the punch line.

Cyra: Go ahead.

Cal: Tooth hurty.

Cyra: When is the best time to go to the dentist?

Cal: You complete me. :)

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Hesta: Do you think that will work?

Cal: I don't just think it will. I know it might.

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Solberg: I'm having a baby.

Eskil: Congratul-

Solberg: *slamming down adoption papers* It's you. Sign here.

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Eskil: The way this whole friendship thing works is that you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

Cyra: The deep stuff? Like what?

Eskil: Like...what's your favorite color?

Cyra: Now you've crossed the line.

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Cal: Neal, my arch nemesis.

Kayden: I thought I was your arch nemesis?

Cal: I have a life outside of you.

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Dionysys: How do I make a date more romantic?

Kayden: Try being mysterious.

[Later that evening]

Cyra: Where are we going?

Dionysys: None of your fucking business.

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Brygida: Daddy wants me to be a pharmacist. But really, me on a farm?

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Lore lore lore thank you Tamar and Milo <3

My last line is technically a fragment so I guess I'll post the previous line as well:

Thomas had also only been promoted to officer because of his name. Which was why he listened to instructions.

If you read this and think "Oh God Eli is once again writing about a can of creamed wheat in a high commissar's uniform" you'd be right. Rip

Last Line Challenge

Post your last line of writing, whatever writing you want to consider, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

@amethystunarmed tagged me.

In a way, you think Coryo’s as much as a performer as you are - he’s just used to a different sort of stage. 

Local girl has been having a lot of emotions about the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and Lucy Gray Baird, to the detriment of her WIPs.

I do not know that many people, but I’ll tag who I can. Okay, @littlesilentrebel, @noelle-holi-gay, @am-i-lie, @genericcorpse, @nonbinarycollector, @sherbetflowers, and @acaciapines.

(and I’m cool being tagged in stuff like this, @amethystunarmed!)

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Cal: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Cal: Anyway, you said Eskil is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

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Cal: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS IS GOING TO--

Cyra: It was me.

Cal: --is going to be forgiven, because everyone deserves a second chance.

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Hesta: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around?

Cal: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.

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Cal, about the Bloodhounds mole: I know Laertes didn't do it, because it's never the person you most suspect. It also can't be Cyra, the person I least suspect, because anyone with half a brain would suspect them the most. Therefore, I know the spy to be Sal, the person I most medium suspect.

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Cal: The moon controls the tide and the human psyche. Wolves know that. That's why they howl at it. It's a tribute.

Therapist: Let's talk about your mother.

Cal: No.

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Eskil: You read my mission reports to Solberg?

Hesta: At first, I did not realize it was your mission reports. I thought it was just a very sad handwritten book.

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Cal: I can explain.

Eskil: Can you?

Cal: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.