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[major_west]

I have one simple request for you, Marquis. DON'T LEAVE YOUR RUBBISH IN MY ROOM. This is the sort of puerile nonsense my men would've found amusing, but all I can see is childish toilet humour.

Okay, it was a little funny. All right, so I laughed, but I don't want you slipping things into my room!



((OOC: West is responding to this entry.))

Comments

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about? I haven't been slipping anything to anyone; I haven't even left my room since I arrived here.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Then how did one of your stories find its way into my room? It's signed by you and everything.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. Perhaps you stole it?

I'm telling you I've never been out of this room.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Why would I have stolen it?! I'm not interested in your writing!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Well how else would it have gotten there?!

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I DON'T KNOW. I'm assuming that you thought it'd be cute to dazzle the rest of us with your sick attempts at humour!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Idiot.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm the idiot? I'm not the one writing this garbage and slipping it under people's doors-- or having others do it or whatever.

[beforeimakiller.livejournal.com]

There was a copy in my room too. Looks like you've got a publisher.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

There you have it. I told you I didn't steal your trash. Doddering old lunatic...