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[vicodincrutch]

Stop trying to tote your wares. Make the time mean something. I don't want to see the contrived personality you think would be most presentable because chances are, it's false and disgusting. Think of a twinkie. Delicious, zero substance and once you know what's in it for real only the brave and stupid charge onward. I am brave, but I am not that stupid.

I can also see that this won't go anywhere if you're up for that kind of a game. You won't win.

[ooc; going to a charity show! be back much later to taaaaaaaaaaag <3 <3]

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[dr_conscience]

[Oh, good. He's been compelled to sit at a lot of tables today, but he's certain none of them will compare to this. Not that he can do anything about it. He is compelled to sit down and have the kind of friendly conversation he would on any first date, but he's not so badly cursed that he's not aware of the situation, or of who he's dealing with at any given time.]

Why, Greg. Fancy meeting you here.

[That should be a snide comment. It's... not a snide comment, though. Damnit.]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Another--? Humph. Well. Whatever. It's only Wilson.]

Jimmy. I was about to say the same. What brings you to--[The table? We're not talking about that table. Because hellooo, they're friends. And this is a curse that has brought dates but.

Oh.

No way, man.]

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[dr_conscience]

Why, don't tell me I've left you speechless already?

[Oh no. Oh no no no. He's going to have to ditch the irony; it's incompatible with the friendly-bordering-on-flirtatious tone he can't get out of. He can almost make a face at the way that line just came out, though it's not quite cooperating. But House is House, of course, and can probably tell he's trying to.

Okay. This doesn't have to be weird. He can definitely find a relatively normal conversation that the curse will allow. Probably. He clears his throat slightly, as a means of rebooting the conversation.]

So. How's all this been going for you?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Because you haven't. In case you hadn't noticed, opportunity wants a date all over the place. [Ahem he'll try that again.] The dating pool is open. You're the type that everybody likes. So, how many pairs of panties have been thrown your way?

[That's something he can be proud of saying because it is true. Right. Moving on from that part of the discussion.]

Two out of...a few isn't bad.

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[dr_conscience]

I'm not sure I'd go that far. Still, let's see... hmm... carry the one... [He glances off to a side as he waves a finger around, air-penciling an equation. After a moment, he waves it off dismissively, as if scattering the imaginary numbers and operators.[ Well, really, it's not important.

[And Wilson scores one for saying things without hitting on his best friend.]

Two isn't bad. After all, most people don't appreciate you the way I do.

[And the score shifts again. Well played, curse. He wrenches his eyes closed, but he can only manage the slightest of sighs. Not quite the exasperated mess he feels inside.]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

But of course, Casanova. [That's not surprising in the slightest. Ladies are all over that dough face, caring eyes. Ridiculous, deceiving. None of them know him like House knows him.]

I'm an acquired taste from the get go. You-[pointing included] have a bitter after taste that no one expects.

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[dr_conscience]

[He looks back with an arched brow, a quirk to the corner of his mouth that almost hits the proper degree skeptical annoyance but is reigned in by the curse. A glance is given to the pointed finger, and then back to House.

He bows his head slightly, about to talk... and pauses for a moment. He stops. Then starts again.]

I... can't argue with you. And when I say that I can't, I mean that literally. I'm incapable of doing so.

This is just the curse, isn't it? You didn't go and make a deal with the deities for this, did you?