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[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

I'm normal. No doubt about it.

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[molotovme.livejournal.com]

What a shame for you.

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

What? No. That's a good thing.

[molotovme.livejournal.com]

"It just means you'll have a pitiful death." Lucifer clicks his tongue. "Again, what a shame."

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

Do you mean- all people who are normal die pitiful deaths? That isn't true.

[molotovme.livejournal.com]

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Lucifer grinned. "There are no heroes among mortals."

[brightbutler.livejournal.com]

Yes. And boring. Move?

[Isaac wants that spot on the subway train you strange woman. Isn't he so at home down here in the half-dark? He's possibly not someone you want sat next to you on public transport, though.]

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

I was sitting here first, thank you very much. ((She is eyeing those spiders near your feet. Don't think she isn't.))

[brightbutler.livejournal.com]

[She would be if there were spiders near his feet-- but this is public transport. He keeps them close. There are, however, quite a few in his hair that she can stare at.]

You were indeed. But if you move up, there's room for two people. Isn't that a novel idea?

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

((Hair it is. She watches him for a moment or two... then moves, clasping her hands in front of her tightly.)) There.

[ishinedarkly.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it.

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

Thank- thank you. Everyone else is so, um, insistent on- on questioning me.

[ishinedarkly.livejournal.com]

What reason would they have to question you?

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

...I- I'm not sure I know, exactly. Um, they just-- seem to think that because I- I deny it, I'm obviously lying.

[molotovme.livejournal.com]

What a shame for you.

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

What? No. That's a good thing.

[molotovme.livejournal.com]

"It just means you'll have a pitiful death." Lucifer clicks his tongue. "Again, what a shame."

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

Do you mean- all people who are normal die pitiful deaths? That isn't true.

[brightbutler.livejournal.com]

Yes. And boring. Move?

[Isaac wants that spot on the subway train you strange woman. Isn't he so at home down here in the half-dark? He's possibly not someone you want sat next to you on public transport, though.]

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

I was sitting here first, thank you very much. ((She is eyeing those spiders near your feet. Don't think she isn't.))

[brightbutler.livejournal.com]

[She would be if there were spiders near his feet-- but this is public transport. He keeps them close. There are, however, quite a few in his hair that she can stare at.]

You were indeed. But if you move up, there's room for two people. Isn't that a novel idea?

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

((Hair it is. She watches him for a moment or two... then moves, clasping her hands in front of her tightly.)) There.

[ishinedarkly.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it.

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

Thank- thank you. Everyone else is so, um, insistent on- on questioning me.

[ishinedarkly.livejournal.com]

What reason would they have to question you?

[superpsyching.livejournal.com]

...I- I'm not sure I know, exactly. Um, they just-- seem to think that because I- I deny it, I'm obviously lying.