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[soul_sister]

This mailbox is currently useless and I'm not bothering with it. Please try my secretary.

((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[soul_sister]

OW!

Not until you admit defeat.

[YOU KNOW WHAT? You know what? Lets stop this retaliation right here. GOING FOR HIS SIDES.]

[overclocking]

But I didn't lose anythi—!

[ Wait

WAIT NO

That isn't fair! ]

[soul_sister]

[What you are losing right now is dignity. She tickles his sides mercilessly.]

You had a chance at surrendering gently!

[overclocking]

[ He attempts to salvage that dignity, he really does- valiantly, desperately, with all the effort of those with iron-clad determination.

The silent shaking laughter as he curls up and SWATS AT HER HANDS is a horrible betrayal, though. ]

[soul_sister]

[She lets up, just a few seconds.]

I'll take your confession of defeat now.

[overclocking]

[ DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO NOTICE, such is his suffering. ]

Fine! Fine! Just get off me!

[soul_sister]

[She sits to the side of him, grabbing the pillow just in case there's automatic retaliation.]

Okay. I feel better.

[overclocking]

[ He rolls until he hits the opposite bed, as a precaution of his own. He sits up with a grunt, rubbing his side. ]

Good to know being a bully bolsters your spirits.

[soul_sister]

[The kicked puppy look is lost on her, as she is looking at the bedsheets with dismay.]


... Thattttt's not enough cards.

[There's maybe ten cards scattered between them.]

[overclocking]

What?

[ Follows her gaze, frown deepening. ]

Did you pocket all the face cards again?

[soul_sister]

WHAT! No! [Not all of them.]