(no subject)

[precedented]

Who: Leto + You
Broadcast: Text
Action: SS Blameless
When: August 4th

So it seems we've returned to enclosed quarters once more. Let's play a game to liven things up.

Who would you fuck, marry or kill on the Fleet?

I suppose to make it even harder, you could limit it to your ship.

Comments

[complicatedliar]

To everyone whether they admit it or not.

[precedented]

I doubt I'll admit to such a thing.

[complicatedliar]

Ah, Leto, see? You do lie.

[precedented]

Oh? I don't recall speaking one.

[complicatedliar]

Not all lies must be spoken. I ought to know.

[precedented]

Flesh may lie, I suppose.

[complicatedliar]

Anything might, even the smallest atom.

[precedented]

How so?

[complicatedliar]

Atoms are bastards.

[precedented]

That's stereotyping. I'm holding you accountable.

[complicatedliar]

Sometimes stereotypes are true.

[precedented]

Not all of them.

[complicatedliar]

But this time, yes.

[precedented]

I'll say no then. To be contrary.

[complicatedliar]

Oho. He can learn.

[precedented]

I try my best.

[complicatedliar]

I am so proud. I might shed a tear.

[precedented]

Don't be so dramatic.

[complicatedliar]

I am terribly hurt that you would call my heartfelt message of truth thus.

[precedented]

Then I'll try not to deepen the wound.

[complicatedliar]

It is too late for me now. I shall bleed quietly to death in sorrow.

[precedented]

Is there no way to patch it?

[complicatedliar]

Only pure intentions. I shall expire beautifully.

[precedented]

Who says my intentions are not pure?

[complicatedliar]

No amount of purity survives contact with me.