[ In the absence of the ability to fight over running, he could at least fight over nanny. Something like, if being left here for a week or two makes me a nanny, what are you. But no. That would make too much sense. Instead: ]
[ —led up anyone's ass and died. Not Kostos', at least. But he is too surrounded by people to say that, once he realizes he's about to, and comes to an abrupt (but seething) halt, like a cat suddenly rediscovering its dignity after running circles around a room and knocking everything over. ]
[Nikos only just manages to bite back a furious YOU'RE stupid. Ever the younger brother (by a few minutes only, by no significant margin, no matter what Kostos used to say), he still has to get in a last word.]
Good night. [Sarcastic, maybe a small, small bit in mockery of Kostos' voice.] The next time you want to insult me, write it in a letter. So I can burn it instead of listening to you talk.
[ He can HAVE the last word. Kostos will give it to him, because he is older and wiser and more generous that way, along with a free bonus prolonged pause of the you can't hear me rolling my eyes but I'm going to make you listen to it anyway variety, before the shuffling and hand-on-crystal noises that accompany a connection being severed.
And then he will lie there in his bunk bed and consider whether he's petty enough to have FUCK YOU stamped into a sheet of metal. ]
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Date: 2018-05-01 04:16 pm (UTC)Sea air does not cure death.
[ ReAd A bOoK. ]
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Date: 2018-05-01 06:36 pm (UTC)Forestalls it, maybe. I'm still alive.
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Date: 2018-05-01 09:35 pm (UTC)[ —led up anyone's ass and died. Not Kostos', at least. But he is too surrounded by people to say that, once he realizes he's about to, and comes to an abrupt (but seething) halt, like a cat suddenly rediscovering its dignity after running circles around a room and knocking everything over. ]
This is stupid. Good night.
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Date: 2018-05-02 06:31 pm (UTC)Good night. [Sarcastic, maybe a small, small bit in mockery of Kostos' voice.] The next time you want to insult me, write it in a letter. So I can burn it instead of listening to you talk.
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Date: 2018-05-03 02:22 am (UTC)And then he will lie there in his bunk bed and consider whether he's petty enough to have FUCK YOU stamped into a sheet of metal. ]
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