voice;

[unwiseheart]

[ In which a very exasperated-sounding Russian man finally posts to the network, not in reply to something, but to ask, ]

Is there a way to get people here to stop sending me mail? Legally? I am not sure how many more letters about people's werewolf souls and how they want to join my pack I can take.

[ There's a rustle of paper and a sigh. ]

I suppose I could go back to living in the park... at least that had no address attached...

[ And far more squirrels to chase. ]

Comments

[unwiseheart]

I can work with them fine. That's all I need. I take it your definition is much different...

[brushoff]

Used doesn't mean barely tolerate.

[unwiseheart]

I wouldn't say barely tolerate.

[brushoff]

Don't tell me you actually tolerate people.

[unwiseheart]

I'm still talking to you, aren't I?

[ PROOF ]

[brushoff]

On the contrary, I'm not "people." I'm Dorian.

[unwiseheart]

Still a person, still a human. You aren't that special.

[brushoff]

Excuse you, of course I'm that special. I'm a soulless immortal, how many humans have that going for them?

[unwiseheart]

You'd be surprised how many people are willing to sell a soul at the drop of a hat.

[brushoff]

Funny, in my world there's still a bit of a taboo on that.

[unwiseheart]

It is in mine as well, but that just means they don't bring it up in casual conversation.

[brushoff]

I'm not most people.

[unwiseheart]

No, you aren't. [ He'll give him that. ] I'm sure you like scandalizing people as a hobby.

[brushoff]

Oooh, you know me so well already!

[unwiseheart]

Like that's difficult. You find as many ways as possible to talk about yourself on this thing.

[brushoff]

I've got to live up to my brand, after all.