Ferrahn: Look, just get him his body. It'll be fine. Seph: . . .

Ferrahn: There's a good chance he won't get used to it and leave it. Seph: And I get stuck with something worth 550 freaking dollars!! Ferrahn: Invite someone to use it. *snorts* You're good at that. Seph: Gee... -_- Ferrahn: Well, aren't you? Seph: Shaddup. -_-

Ferrahn: Use your head. Seph: T_T What? Ferrahn: You forgot something. Seph: Yeah? -_- Ferrahn: There's still Razkil. Just tell him to tell Silren he likes him small. Seph: But Razkil's all for Silren getting what he wants. -_-

Ferrahn: Hm... Seph: Ah...what about we convince Razkil--and Silren--that a big body isn't good! Ferrahn: I said that. Seph: Oh. . . . what exactly did you say? Ferrahn: ...I told him that it wouldn't be the same. And that he'd look different. Seph: Yeah. That's so true. T_T What did he say?

Ferrahn: Nothing much. Seph: -_- Ferrahn: . . .

Ferrahn: Just get him his stupid body. It'll be fine. Seph: Why do you keep saying that? O_O Why are you so optimistic?!

Ferrahn: . . . Seph: O_o What? Ferrahn: It'll work out. Trust me. Seph: *narrows eyes* Work out for who?

Ferrahn: Look. When I say it'll work out, it means it will. Seph: . . . Ferrahn: Now go away and don't bother me. I'm busy. Seph: Busy doing what? O_o

Ferrahn: There was this fly I had been thinking of chasing. Seph: Right. -_- You're busy. Jeez. Whatever.

Seph leaves.

Luthien: So all will work out right, hm? Ferrahn: . . . Luthien: You didn't seem so optimistic last night. Ferrahn: It's none of your business. Luthien: Hm...I suppose as long as you still have him one way or another, your solution will work out well. Ferrahn: . . . Luthien: Our Ferrahn...sharing. *purrs* Ferrahn: *snarls* Get out of my mind, you fuck! Luthien: *laughs*

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