contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[altusimperius]

I can try, can't I?

[He arches his eyebrows.]

I'll still gossip about you, of course.

[bouchonne]

I'd be furious if you didn't. Make it mean.

[altusimperius]

A layabout and a scoundrel.

[He mimes writing.]

Abuses me daily. Derives enjoyment from it. Terrible taste in hats.

[bouchonne]

No one will believe that last one.

[altusimperius]

I believe it.

[bouchonne]

Still, even if you believe something, you must take care not to spread rumors that won't be believed by others. Even gossip-mongers can lose credibility.

[altusimperius]

...fine.

[This feels like a life lesson disguised as a joke, and he makes a mental note accordingly.]

Terrible taste in company.

[bouchonne]

Case in point.

[ A nod to Benedict. ]

[altusimperius]

Case in point.

[bouchonne]

[ A cluck of his tongue. ]

No, no. You can't be rude to yourself. That takes the joy out of it for me.

[altusimperius]

You like that sandcastle to be built before you kick it down.

[bouchonne]

Just so. It's no fun to wreck something if it's not beautiful.

[altusimperius]

You think I'm beautiful?

[bouchonne]

Do you think you aren't?

[altusimperius]

...no,

[bouchonne]

Oooh, how confident you are!

[ A grin - not of a hungry predator. But perhaps of a well-fed predator. ]

Do other people know how egotistical you are?

[altusimperius]

[This got turned back on him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
And really should have been, by now.]

Well—

I mean— I think so, some of them?

[bouchonne]

Like who?

[altusimperius]

...Colin. Athessa. Edgard.

[He quirks his lips to one side.]

I don’t hide it, really.

[bouchonne]

Edgard?

[altusimperius]

We’re roommates.

[And because Edgard is on his shit list at the moment,]

...and he’s nosy.

[bouchonne]

You're not angry with him?

[altusimperius]

Well. Yes, a little bit.

[Byerly's meaning is, at present, eclipsed by petty disagreements.]

I wish he'd mind his own business.

[bouchonne]

You don't like having someone pay attention to you?

[altusimperius]

[That question, phrased as it is, is briefly enough to break Benedict's brain, if his silence is any indication.

After a few moments:]

...depends?