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[impure_tale]

I suppose that was a mite less work than it would have taken to finish my book, no matter how unwanted.

I cannot really tender an apology to anyone that saw anything of me; it was hardly my intention to pass anything along. Nor can I apologize for what I happened to see, in most respects, as that was also not my intention. You can rest assured what I've witnessed has either been forgotten or will be kept under my hat, as it were.

No stories. On my honor.

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[tentacruelest]

As no one has provided that courtesy to me, I feel entitled to take it for myself rather than lose it.

[impure_tale]

I seem to recall there were plenty that were more than welcoming when you arrived, myself included.

Now, if you're going to pout when you do something just for the sake of being a pain in the arse and fool no one, then that's your business, cuttlefish, but don't pretend to be shocked.

[tentacruelest]

I am not shocked. I am fed up. There is a difference.

[impure_tale]

Then stop.

[tentacruelest]

Stop being fed up.

[impure_tale]

Stop being a pain in the arse.

[tentacruelest]

I don't think I will, Marquis.

[impure_tale]

Then you've no right to complain. People here bite back, cuttlefish.

[tentacruelest]

My name is Davy Jones.

[impure_tale]

[Just smiling at you.]

[tentacruelest]

[an irritated huff in response]

And what's so amusing now?

[impure_tale]

I'm just wondering if I should or shouldn't remind you of my standing invitation for wine.

[tentacruelest]

Leave the bottle outside my door.

[impure_tale]

I only share wine with company.

[tentacruelest]

We share a ship. That's company enough.