This is August. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Unless you're a jackass who decided to track down my personal info instead of using the business number, in which case fuck you.
Damn near any formal occasion? You are one of the lucky bastards that can make anything look good and appropriate, okay, and like hell am I gonna let you ignore that!
August, the last formal event I was invited to was almost eight years ago, when my cousin was getting married and she and her husband wanted a formal black and white dress code.
[Making a disgruntled noise!!] Jesus Christ though, you really aren't gonna let me get outta this one, are you?
[He's not serious, honestly. More exasperated than anything else, and really doubting a tailored suit even makes a difference. Yeah, he's grinning right back in return.]
All right, fine, let me at least call the pizza place around here and then you can yell at me on where to put shit in my condo.
[Goooooonna just pull up shit on his phone-]
Any specific toppings or are we gonna pray their cheese pizza won't be a monstrosity to mankind?
When we came out of the Egyptian underworld and I realized the bird I made with the shadows turned into a real bird and then Julian got attached. Her name's Helena.
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Like hell! Where the fuck would I even need to wear something as stupid as that? Halloween already came and went, dumbass.
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[Making a disgruntled noise!!] Jesus Christ though, you really aren't gonna let me get outta this one, are you?
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You are the biggest pain in the ass, why are you my adopted little brother again?
[But, yeah, he's kidding, as seen by him not really fighting August about taking the whole thing out and getting all the measurements done for that.]
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Because that's what I am. We're meeting for measurements and shit once you're all moved in.
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All right, fine, let me at least call the pizza place around here and then you can yell at me on where to put shit in my condo.
[Goooooonna just pull up shit on his phone-]
Any specific toppings or are we gonna pray their cheese pizza won't be a monstrosity to mankind?
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[He pauses for a long moment, looking between Julian and Helena. Points at them-]
Do we just uh... let them do their own thing in the meantime? When did you fucking start hoarding crows, August?
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