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[teetheyes]

Having this thing in my cell brings back memories.

Just book me already, for fuck's sake.

[ooc: Open action for Fables characters, regular network post for everyone else.]

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[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He's coming into where they're holding him, and he closes the door behind him. On one hip is the Vorpal Sword; in his hand is his baseball bat]

Hi.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Hi.

[Oh shit.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He takes a deep breath. A deep breath]

So. Do you want me to go around all the reasons I'm angry with you, or should I cut to the chase?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Teeth eyes look this way then that way.]

It's up to you.

[Going to need a cigarette for this, unless Blue takes the one he just put into his mouth away.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Don't you dare look away, Corinthian. He doesn't go for a punch, not yet]

How could you.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

. . . .

[See this face? No words.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Tell me!

[He's not quite yelling; he's trying to give you some benefit of the doubt.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I did him a favor.

[Oh not the right thing to say at all.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Not the right thing to say at all. He uses the baseball bat to push Cori into the wall]

That's a lie, Corinthian. You know it's a lie.

So tell me the truth.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Teeth eyes narrow at being pushed to the wall.]

The man hates his eyes, Blue.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Poke. Hard.]

Yeah? And if it was such a favor, why didn't you call, or show up at the house, or I don't know, speak up at all?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He pushes the bat aside.]

You wouldn't understand.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Don't do that.

[He puts it back where it was]

I've done a lot for you, Corinthian. I've spent a year with you here, over a year if I count all the time I was back at home, I've protected you, I've spoken up for you, I...[he pauses]...I deserve more than that.

Kay couldn't defend himself. Did he ask you to take them?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't push the bat away this time.]

Do you think he would've asked?

[Also not addressing those other things for now.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

That isn't what I asked you, Cori.

He didn't say he asked, and that's not something that Kay would hide, just to get you in trouble. If he did ask, you wouldn't have hidden.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What the hell do you want me to say?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I want you to tell me why you would take Kay's eyes!

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Because I eat them! Look at me!

[Gesturing to his own face, but the power of fear isn't there anymore.]

[Misplaced Wrath]

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

[Chair. Gun. Tactical baton. Cindy brings these three things with her into Cori's new home. She says nothing to him as she pulls the chair into the middle of the room corner, not too far from him, and takes a seat. Off come the stylish sunglasses as she stares at him quietly, face neutral. The baton is placed on the ground with a clatter.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

.....

Then eat mine. Then eat mine, Cori.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Dirty trick. No thanks.

[Misplaced Wrath]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You know I suck cock right?

[Indignant.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Then it's not good enough.

[Sorry. Have a baseball bat to the ribs]

You have self control. I've seen you exert is, so it's not good enough!

[Misplaced Wrath]

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

[A single eyebrow goes up in response. Whether it's an amused or annoyed eyebrow remains to be seen.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Holy shit, Blue. He doubles over, lacking the usually superhuman ability to endure pain.]

Fuck.