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[onerthes]

[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.]
"Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call."
*Beep*

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[no_reload]

I'm not possessive. You just happen to be idiot enough to clearly need any and all help in avoiding being killed off repeatedly.

[He was possessive. It had grown since he had become Reaper, but he was usually better at hiding it.]

You realize I've died thirty times, right? That includes the three from Deerington, but I am well aware that every death comes with a toll. The fact that you aren't a full-time deer eating people's clothing or their gardens is good enough for me, but don't think for a moment that I'm not furious with you. I seem to recall your head being attached as a deer... you would have made an amazing trophy if it hadn't though.

A lack of physical penalty likely means you're losing something else, something unseen. Let's hope it's not your thirsty need for physical and emotional affection or what is there to live for, right?

[onerthes]

Quite a bit ahead of me, I see. Yes, I had an idea. And thankfully no it does not appear to be detached, though I have another trick when I get tired of the brace that does not involve forgetting myself as a deer.

I may actually make use of that trick to some extent going forward. It comes with some advantages, though I need to test its limits first.

Probably something unseen. But it has done nothing to my urge for affection. I've taken the treatment from the Doctor, and I'm seeing someone tonight.

Not Keith. It's a social gather, but I confess a little interest, and I don't plan to disappoint either of you again like this. I don't want to find out any further what is happening if I cannot see what is happening to me.

[no_reload]

You do look better when you're not having to constantly consider your head falling right off. What trick of the trade do you have up your sleeve these days?

Well, I suppose that's small miracles. You like to find anyone that is interesting to hit on and sidle up to. And at this point, you need to kick the kid out and find someone that actually makes you happy.

You better not find out anything so soon. It's bad enough that people randomly turn into deer and struggle to remember themselves. I can't imagine what dying more and more will do to what's left of a person.

[onerthes]

I turn into a slime girl! It's amazingly effective, but I need to be sure of vulnerabilities, and I have next to no physical strength.

Keith doesn't make me unhappy, but like you said. He doesn't make me happy, just sated. I wouldn't say no if he'd step up with the romance, I think, but I'm not betting on that.

Why don't we see about aking sure I just never find out? I think I'm a very big fan of that.

[no_reload]

A slime girl? Is that literal or figurative? I don't need you oozing all over the place, though now that I consider it, I have a spare bucket that I could throw you into.

[Finally, someone else in a damn bucket!]

I think you understand that he will not be stepping up with any manner of romance if he hasn't already. The basis of your relationship never had a healthy start to begin with, and let's avoid you falling for another emotionally constipated loser.

You should be. Don't die or the next time you do, I'll keep you in a cellar under a house and feed you through a hole in the floor.