[ Which one? You mean you've been actively using this thing? And you haven't told him about it? He shouldn't be surprised, and yet he can't help it but a little. Cue him actively trying to figure out where your other conversations are though... ]
You're not a bad poet. Your metre could use a little work though.
I have too much security in place on that apartment for there to be anyone with a gun to your head. And if there were I would hope that you'd be warning me about said person instead of questioning my opinions of your rhyming schemes.
[ Faolan weighs his choices. There's no way he can get Laurent to stop commenting around, he supposes. And with the younger man dragging him into the conversation it would seem, he's not certain he'll be able to stay off of it either. SIGH AGAIN. ]
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You're not a bad poet. Your metre could use a little work though.
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Suggestions for improvement, then? I wouldn't want to offend Janet with poor quality poetry.
[ Whoever Janet really is. ]
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[ He knows you, he knows how this works. ]
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He will get there with the poem
in the other threadbut first: ]I'm not going to get you to stop using the network, am I?
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[ Don't joke about these things with your bodyguard, Laurent ]
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With poetry it seems.
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Fine. Poetry, then.
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I'm expecting great things from you now!
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Are you lacking inspiration?
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[ what r u implying here ]
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[ Do you want him to write you a poem then, Laurent? ]
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[ Do it. ]
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[ Faolan can't tell whether he's going to regret this or not. Probably he is. Almost definitely he is... ]
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