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[vicodincrutch]

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Sink me! When I believed that all pursuits not physically consumed were tiresome... a ball. Wine and revelry are just the elixir I need.

....In truth I must make haste to the apothecary or perhaps the nearest man of the orient and replenish my portion of opium. Peglegs are never fashionable. I have many a coordinating cane. 

Though what a bind I find myself in. My mind is troubled by two issues. Do I take along the whining, limp-wristed pansy? ...or the wife? Even more pressing, do I wear the dark blue silk or amethyst? 

[ooc; backdated before the ball~~]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Since you have brought about this angle of conversation I hold no qualms in informing you that your means of communication with all of the words and phrases known in this great age is dull and unstimulating.

[thenormalsquint]

One will and can say the same about you. Do not see me surprised at your attempts to strike me down with words, since you are the man who prefers to call another man a pansy.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Forgive me. I yawned.

Now. Were I seeking to verbally attack you I would be far more eager to return fire.

He is a pansy in the same way that you are a shrew there are too few words to accurately describe him.