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Azazeal. *shakes packet*

Present for you.

And it's not even my birthday.

You don't have a birthday.

Holds out the packet, which has several bags of dope inside.

Now take it, would you? Before I'm tempted to dissappear with it all.

Well, I didn't lie, did I.

*takes the package and gives it a good look inside*

You're too kind, little sis. What did I do to deserve this?

No.

Oh, I'm a regular peach and a half. Nothing, really. I just thought it would save you having to get any under false pretenses. Though knowing you that's probably half the fun!

Edited 2008-03-28 22:36 (UTC)

It is. *smirks* Not that I don't appreciate this.

Unless there's something you want in return?

(OOC: must have posted just as you edited. *g*)

Edited 2008-03-28 22:38 (UTC)

Not really.

...I left, indefinitely. Frowns. And then I spent an obscene amount of money on an equally obscene amount of illegal drugs.

I must be going insane.

Force of habit to ask.

I'm sure He's thrilled. Or you've just come to your senses.

Oh, I doubt He's even realized yet.

I feel rather relieved actually.

It is liberating.

Surprisingly so.

I almost feel silly not having done so sooner. Butter what's that old saying? Better late than never?

Indeed, and no time like the present. Welcome to the club.

Hmm.

I think I'm going to enjoy this.

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