Dear mun

[chilichoc]

*It's this room again, and Mel is writing in the journal set out on the desk, scowling, ripping the paper when she scores the underlines.*

You. Bitch who types for me.

You're going to do what?

Do you really think it's an idle threat when I say someday we'll find out together just how long-range my Glock is?

[for curtainwizard]

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[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

As far as his affection for you goes, yes. *She's hiding that insulting a Matt--any Matt--sets her teeth on edge.*

I will be all right. Possibly more interesting for that bitch who types for me, for a bit. They do hate happiness and stability, don't they?

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

Except for their own.

[His position shifts slightly, and what he tells her next, he does to unsettle her.]

She killed one of us, you know. The boy.

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

*She's not distressed, but she is curious.*

Mine doesn't bother writing out most of my deaths at this point. The real one's different, at least. Which boy do you mean?

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

The mad one. subversion. The one she liked so much.

[He's not unsettled, either; he's there for life, and knows it. The irony in his description may be deliberate.]

Or rather, she reinvented him. I suppose he's happy now. He got what he wished for.

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

He's not that much younger than you.

*She didn't mind him, which is a novelty for her and Lights who have been anywhere close to being Kira.*

Mine does the worst shit to the ones she likes the most. Some sort of fucking backwards overcompensation.