ic contact 2 mask or menace

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]

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[brushoff]

You bitch!

[ WHO'S READY FOR WHINING. ]

What's the purpose of that, hmm? Simply because you can? Because you thought it'd be fun? [ and, becasue Dorian doesn't want to let on just how scared and jumpy he is (Will could kill him at any moment, after all), he continues ] Honestly Will, if you're going to fuck with me in retaliation at least do something better than taking my portrait. Been there, done that!

[infomodder]

[Did Dorian just call him a bitch? Dorian just called him a bitch. Suddenly remembering the Weird Looks when Dorian was on the kitchen floor, yes he is. But also: Dorian actually called him a bitch. His voice reflects that, stuck in a "well huh what do you know" sort of tone.]

Do something better. Should I set it on fire? Chuck it into the Atlantic? Should I take a knife to it and slowly tear it apart, inch by inch?

[brushoff]

[ Nope nope nope nope nope nope. ]

I thought the reason we agreed to the little organ tete-a-tete was that I didn't leave behind a body. I sincerely hope that if you do decide to do one of those things, you learn my schedule first. After all, we don't want me suddenly dropping dead in the middle of work, do we? People would ask questions.

[infomodder]

Middle of work's not gonna be the right people asking questions. [A Swear-In would be better. In the midst of a bunch of imPorts! Maybe some would try to heal him. It would be an Ordeal. Oh the trauma.] Why are you worried, Dorian? I've put it somewhere safe. It's protected.

[You're protected is something of an underlying idea there, though protected from Dorian himself and everyone but Will Graham is...perhaps not really the same as true protection. Whoops. This is what being a shit gets.]

[brushoff]

I'm not worried per se. It's that, shock and horror, I don't entirely trust you.

[ he's worried. He's worried, he's so worried, worried 100% he has had nothing but bad experiences with people taking his portrait, PLEASE GIVE HIM THE DAMN PAINTING BACK. ]

[infomodder]

Entirely.

[of course he latches onto that]

So you trust me...what, a little bit?

[brushoff]

More than a little bit! A medium sized bit!

[infomodder]

[feels kinda good bro]

Then what's the issue?

[brushoff]

I want my portrait back!

[ the issue is obviously an issue, buddy ]

[infomodder]

You can't always get what you want, Dorian.

[brushoff]

This is more than simple pettiness. You know the full extent of my portrait, after all.

[infomodder]

[More than simple pettiness is damn right because...]

You reap what you sow. Quid pro quo.

[brushoff]

You took care of that when you ripped out my innards.

[infomodder]

Said who?

[brushoff]

Said me. It's obvious, after all. I don't know why you're making a bigger deal of this than you've already made it.

[infomodder]

There's the problem. Where this ends was never your decision to make.

[brushoff]

And you claim it's yours?

[infomodder]

I am the only person who knows where your portrait is.

[Lies told: 1]

[brushoff]

I doubt that.

[ he is 100% ready to go behind your back and ask April, she probably knows, right? maybe? ]

[infomodder]

Doubt away. Won't change what is and isn't.

[but did you know that when it snows my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen]

[brushoff]

You're right. So give me my damn portrait back.

[ is this really that hard??? ]

[infomodder]

No.

[Yes.]

[brushoff]

What possible use could you have with it? If you want a souvenier trust me, I can give you something better.

[infomodder]

[There's a laugh.]

This isn't a negotiation, Dorian. You're not gonna change my mind.

[brushoff]

[ There's a pause. Because yeah. He's going to have to get his portrait back eventually and the last time someone stole it from him, it was 100% for blackmail purposes. ]

What do you want from me?