Post by Louis II on Apr 17, 2007 5:58:27 GMT 1
Louis: Welcome to the world, Lestat.
Lestat: Some are born with arrogance, some *mumbles*, and some have arrogance thrust upon them! What can I say? *Examines nails*
Louis: I love you.
Lestat: And I love to hear you say it. Come on, say it again. No one says it quite like you.
Lestat: Lestat!
Lestat: I mean: I love you too.
Louis: You're a devil.
Lestat: A perfect devil?
Louis: If you wanna correct me, you can say it your damn self.
Lestat: How damned is my self?
Louis: If you're a perfect devil, I'd say pretty damn damned.
Lestat: Pretty damn damned? I'd say that's a new one. Fallen angel class three type stuff.
Louis: Go take it up with Lucifer.
Lestat: I think I intimidate him.
Louis: No way.
Lestat: Sure. Why else do you think he watches us from the safety of his little home under the ground and does nothing? I swear, some devils these days. Memnoch couldn't even take an eye properly.
Louis: You're ridiculous. You read too far into this.
Lestat: What do you mean, I read far too into this? You're the one who does all the reading.
Louis: It's not literal.
Lestat: Oh, well excuse me.
Louis: You're excused.
Lestat: You're impossible.
Louis: I've heard you say that for 216 years. It doesn't phase me anymore.
Lestat: You're really impossible.
Louis: -Gasps.- Oh NO he di'int.
Lestat: *Smirks proudly*
Louis: -Rolls his eyes.-
Lestat: *Scowls*
Louis: What?
Louis: Louis: What?
Lestat: *Rolls eyes* That.
Louis: That? The rolling of the eyes?
Lestat: Yes. I hate it.
Louis: Why?
Lestat: It's so...irritating. And you can't top an eye roll without looking petty.
Louis: I don't!
Lestat: Don't...roll your eyes? I beg to differ, you did it just now.
Louis: I don't look petty.
Lestat: I said you can't top an eye roll without looking petty. So I can't eye roll you back because that would make me look petty. But for the record, yeah, when you roll your eyes, you do look a little petty.
Louis: You ARE petty.
Lestat: I'm offended.
Louis: You should be.
Lestat: I tackle non-petty things.
Louis: What?
Lestat: What?
Louis: You're not even making any sense.
Lestat: You're not even making any sense.
Louis: Are you just going to repeat everything I say?
Lestat: Are you just going to repeat everything I say?
Louis: Oh, very original.
Lestat: Oh, very original.
Louis: Lestat is a nitwit.
Lestat: ...
Lestat: Who the fuck says nitwit, Louis?
Louis: Well, evidently, I do.
Lestat: Only nitwits say nitwit.
Louis: Is this some unspoken rule that you just made up? Because I object.
Lestat: You can't object. Get back on the stand or I'll smash you with a mallet.
Louis: What stand?
Lestat: The...one your standing on. Stand. Don't you know words?
Louis: Stand? I'm not on any stand. I'm standing but that hardly can be defined as being ON a stand.
Lestat: I never understood why it's called a stand anywhere. There's a chair there, they're sitting in a chair. It's a damn sit.
Louis: Because it stands above the rest of the court.
Lestat: Lies.
Louis: Have you never seen a courtroom? I see you watching those damn Judge Judy shows all the time.
Lestat: How dare you use the Judge's name in vain. The Judge sits above the rest of the court. They should be the stand.
Louis: They're on a stand too. I think.
Lestat: You're on a pile of bull.
Louis: You're on a pile of zombies.
Lestat: I could think of worse things.
Louis: Yeah yeah. Whatever.
Lestat: You lose. Admit it.
Louis: No I don't, because there wasn't a competition.
Lestat: It's alright if you can't admit defeat. I understand. No competition. Sure thing.
Louis: -Shrugs.- Okay. Thanks for understanding.
Lestat: No. There is no understanding. I call no truce.
Louis: Fine
Lestat: Damn straight.
Louis: -Sighs.-
Lestat: Or damn gay. I'm no homophobe.
Louis: That I know for DAMN sure.
Lestat: *Grins* I like the way you say damn. No, I like the way you curse in general. I think it's worth it, getting you angry, just to hear your swear like a sailor.
Louis: Damn. Shit. Fuck. Cock.
Lestat: I...ah...hm. Is that so?
Louis: That is so.
Lestat: How interesting. Would you like to repeat that for me up in your bedroom, I don't think I quite got it.
Louis: Are you propositioning me?
Lestat: That is certainly a possibility. If I was, would you accept?
Louis: Define.
Lestat: ...Define what?
Louis: The possibility.
Lestat: ...You want an estimate of the chance I'm propositioning to you?
Louis: Yes.
Lestat: I'd say it's a pretty damn good chance.
Louis: There's that word again.
Lestat: Which one?
Louis: Damn.
Lestat: Mm yes, I thought that might be the word. Well? Have I got an acceptance yet?
Louis: You haven't propositioned me yet.
Lestat: What are you talking about? I just did!
Louis: Oh? I missed it.
Lestat: Care to fuck the moon out of the sky, love? Is that a proposition enough for you?
Louis: Which one should I say yes to first?
Lestat: The first one!
Louis: Then....yes.
Lestat: Good choice. *Leans forward and kisses you roughly*
Louis: -Ravages your mouth with his, hands tangling in your hair.-
Lestat: Some are born with arrogance, some *mumbles*, and some have arrogance thrust upon them! What can I say? *Examines nails*
Louis: I love you.
Lestat: And I love to hear you say it. Come on, say it again. No one says it quite like you.
Lestat: Lestat!
Lestat: I mean: I love you too.
Louis: You're a devil.
Lestat: A perfect devil?
Louis: If you wanna correct me, you can say it your damn self.
Lestat: How damned is my self?
Louis: If you're a perfect devil, I'd say pretty damn damned.
Lestat: Pretty damn damned? I'd say that's a new one. Fallen angel class three type stuff.
Louis: Go take it up with Lucifer.
Lestat: I think I intimidate him.
Louis: No way.
Lestat: Sure. Why else do you think he watches us from the safety of his little home under the ground and does nothing? I swear, some devils these days. Memnoch couldn't even take an eye properly.
Louis: You're ridiculous. You read too far into this.
Lestat: What do you mean, I read far too into this? You're the one who does all the reading.
Louis: It's not literal.
Lestat: Oh, well excuse me.
Louis: You're excused.
Lestat: You're impossible.
Louis: I've heard you say that for 216 years. It doesn't phase me anymore.
Lestat: You're really impossible.
Louis: -Gasps.- Oh NO he di'int.
Lestat: *Smirks proudly*
Louis: -Rolls his eyes.-
Lestat: *Scowls*
Louis: What?
Louis: Louis: What?
Lestat: *Rolls eyes* That.
Louis: That? The rolling of the eyes?
Lestat: Yes. I hate it.
Louis: Why?
Lestat: It's so...irritating. And you can't top an eye roll without looking petty.
Louis: I don't!
Lestat: Don't...roll your eyes? I beg to differ, you did it just now.
Louis: I don't look petty.
Lestat: I said you can't top an eye roll without looking petty. So I can't eye roll you back because that would make me look petty. But for the record, yeah, when you roll your eyes, you do look a little petty.
Louis: You ARE petty.
Lestat: I'm offended.
Louis: You should be.
Lestat: I tackle non-petty things.
Louis: What?
Lestat: What?
Louis: You're not even making any sense.
Lestat: You're not even making any sense.
Louis: Are you just going to repeat everything I say?
Lestat: Are you just going to repeat everything I say?
Louis: Oh, very original.
Lestat: Oh, very original.
Louis: Lestat is a nitwit.
Lestat: ...
Lestat: Who the fuck says nitwit, Louis?
Louis: Well, evidently, I do.
Lestat: Only nitwits say nitwit.
Louis: Is this some unspoken rule that you just made up? Because I object.
Lestat: You can't object. Get back on the stand or I'll smash you with a mallet.
Louis: What stand?
Lestat: The...one your standing on. Stand. Don't you know words?
Louis: Stand? I'm not on any stand. I'm standing but that hardly can be defined as being ON a stand.
Lestat: I never understood why it's called a stand anywhere. There's a chair there, they're sitting in a chair. It's a damn sit.
Louis: Because it stands above the rest of the court.
Lestat: Lies.
Louis: Have you never seen a courtroom? I see you watching those damn Judge Judy shows all the time.
Lestat: How dare you use the Judge's name in vain. The Judge sits above the rest of the court. They should be the stand.
Louis: They're on a stand too. I think.
Lestat: You're on a pile of bull.
Louis: You're on a pile of zombies.
Lestat: I could think of worse things.
Louis: Yeah yeah. Whatever.
Lestat: You lose. Admit it.
Louis: No I don't, because there wasn't a competition.
Lestat: It's alright if you can't admit defeat. I understand. No competition. Sure thing.
Louis: -Shrugs.- Okay. Thanks for understanding.
Lestat: No. There is no understanding. I call no truce.
Louis: Fine
Lestat: Damn straight.
Louis: -Sighs.-
Lestat: Or damn gay. I'm no homophobe.
Louis: That I know for DAMN sure.
Lestat: *Grins* I like the way you say damn. No, I like the way you curse in general. I think it's worth it, getting you angry, just to hear your swear like a sailor.
Louis: Damn. Shit. Fuck. Cock.
Lestat: I...ah...hm. Is that so?
Louis: That is so.
Lestat: How interesting. Would you like to repeat that for me up in your bedroom, I don't think I quite got it.
Louis: Are you propositioning me?
Lestat: That is certainly a possibility. If I was, would you accept?
Louis: Define.
Lestat: ...Define what?
Louis: The possibility.
Lestat: ...You want an estimate of the chance I'm propositioning to you?
Louis: Yes.
Lestat: I'd say it's a pretty damn good chance.
Louis: There's that word again.
Lestat: Which one?
Louis: Damn.
Lestat: Mm yes, I thought that might be the word. Well? Have I got an acceptance yet?
Louis: You haven't propositioned me yet.
Lestat: What are you talking about? I just did!
Louis: Oh? I missed it.
Lestat: Care to fuck the moon out of the sky, love? Is that a proposition enough for you?
Louis: Which one should I say yes to first?
Lestat: The first one!
Louis: Then....yes.
Lestat: Good choice. *Leans forward and kisses you roughly*
Louis: -Ravages your mouth with his, hands tangling in your hair.-