ogiatros
nothing about this screams social hour. what do you want?
augurists
@ogiatros [ / family /. what a sour taste that left in his mouth! octavian tried to swallow it down, skinny arms lifting to fold across his chest. ] hardly! [ he exclaimed, as if his words alone would somehow erase their — minimal — shared ancestry. pale eyes squinted. ] that is all? are you sure? maybe you're stealing!
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ogiatros
trust me, that feeling is returned tenfold. [ a subtle lift of his brow, attention momentarily torn away from the task he’d found himself occupied with. ] right. “ my kind “. apollo is still apollo on either side, yknow. nothing changes. whether you like it or not, we’re.. family. [ the expression he wears is sour, lips pressed into a line. ] organizing this infirmary’s gods awful cabinetry.
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augurists
@ogiatros then i guess the feeling is mutual, / don't worry /. it's not as if i sought you out because i liked you! [ the blond then shrugged before giving what could only be considered a sigh of disappointment. ] ( he should have expected as much... ) you should really start! i like to keep tabs on.. / your / kind. so i can always make sure you aren't up to anything! which is why i'm talking to you right now. so, what are you doing?
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