SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: DION

[murdergate]

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[agamid]

[ lol ]

And that is why you were leering at me so.

[murdergate]

Leering!

[ okay now he has to look at him. ]

I have never leered--

[ DAY ONE. IN THE BATHROOM. ]

... They were a little related.

[agamid]

[ he just snorts ]

In any case, it does not bother me. Most of the instances were accidents.

[murdergate]

You're killing me, Dion--

[ a week two premonition???? no jk ]

--just hit me or throw a potion on me. Take back calling me kind. Something.

[agamid]

[ WATCH OUT APOLLO]

... Sir Nodd. Given all that has happened this week, your accident troubles me little.

There is no need to carry such guilt.

[murdergate]

[ the look of a (half-)man that is 99% guilt. ]

I'll... take you at your word. Well.

[ this time, a pat to dion's knee. ]

You're a good guy.

[agamid]

[ he just smiles, looking amused ]

Rather, I think you ought to expect better. It is no grave sin that you committed. No one should torment you over it.

[murdergate]

It was pestering you on a week you had more trouble than you'd earned. Let me be sorry about it.

[ eying the arm stump...? prosthetic? did he pick yet? ]

[agamid]

Alright. I accept your apology then.

[ it is still a stump! it's hidden inside the sleeve of his shirt though. ]

[murdergate]

... Was that your dominant hand?

[agamid]

No, I am lucky for that.