audio | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

[Amid the sounds of the Institute break room comes the noise of a crisp bagel being buttered, followed by a particularly bored drawl. With little elaboration to where this is coming from, a clearly very hard at work Dorian simply asks:]

Three points per round, and the first to three rounds wins. Foul for rhetoric, repetition, synonyms, and statements. No non sequiturs. Now, is anyone up for a game of questions?

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[flashystyle]

[With an affronted huff:]

When did you become such a saint?

[vorrutyer]

Ah, no - don't you realize I'm a devil?

[flashystyle]

If you're the devil, then why do you care about ruining me?

[vorrutyer]

Don't devils always want to ruin good men?

[flashystyle]

Then why is a little crime stopping you?

[vorrutyer]

Are you trying to entrap me?

[flashystyle]

Is it working?

[vorrutyer]

Why would you want to hurt me in this way?

[flashystyle]

Aren't you a masochist?

[vorrutyer]

[ With a laugh, he comes up short: ]

Why, yes, yes I am. Point to Dorian.

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[flashystyle]

Finally! I nearly gave up. Two to one.

[He props his phone up on a book, switching over to a video feed. There's a wide grin on his face at first, but he feigns a pout immediately after.]

What will it take to get to see you?

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[vorrutyer]

[ By switches over agreeably as well. ]

What sacrifices are you willing to make?

[flashystyle]

What sacrifices are you asking of me?

[vorrutyer]

Are you willing to leave work?

[flashystyle]

Where would I go if I did?

[vorrutyer]

Do you remember where I live?

[flashystyle]

[Dorian hesitates, glancing at all the work he's supposed to be doing. He probably shouldn't, but seeing as he's putting more thought into answering the question than all of it... He won't get much done anyway.]

Will you leave the door unlocked?

[vorrutyer]

[ Worth losing: ]

Yes.

[flashystyle]

Oh. [He laughs, looking back towards the camera with a hand over his heart.] What a sacrifice. We'll put this little game on pause - I'll be over soon.

[vorrutyer]

Shall I prepare tea? [ Or - ] Wine?

[ It's two in the afternoon. ]

[flashystyle]

It's the perfect time for wine.

[But they're both alcoholics, so. He hums, rising to his feet.]

Don't miss me too much while I'm gone.

[vorrutyer]

Only because I know I'll see you soon.

[ When Dorian shows up, By has two glasses of wine poured. As promised. ]

[flashystyle]

[Dorian brings an even more enticing thing to the table: knowledge.

No, it's not all that enticing. Not even remotely. In his true goody-two shoes way, Dorian brought his work with him, taking his glass in one hand and pulling a folder out of his bag in the other.]

Tell me this isn't as cheap as the last bottle you bought.

[vorrutyer]

It is not at the same level of cheapness, no.

[ It's cheaper. By wrinkles his nose at the folder. ]

What's that?

[flashystyle]

[Dorian gives him a pleased look, only to immediately shoot him a dirty one upon taking his first sip.]

This is the work you so rudely stole me away from. And it'd be done much faster if you just broke the rules.