video;

[wizzardly]

Right, so it's been brought to my attention that those bloody awful reports have been floating certain rumors around about me, and I'd rather just end those before they even get going all right?

[because even Rincewind's starved sense of self-respect has to draw the line at people thinking he fancies dishware.]

So, to be clear: I'm pansexual.

[which is an admittedly backwards linguistic for declaring one's lack of attraction to tea cups and related sundry, but there's just no accounting for etymological taste.]

There? [he arches a pointed brow.] Shall I assume that just about does it? All questions answered? Jolly good.

[honestly, the people in this place really will believe anything, won't they? Lucky that Snart fellow pointed this out when he did - things really could have gotten out of hand.]

Comments

private

[catchacold]

Not being attracted to cookware.

Which I told him "platonic" means.

permaprivate

[aggressiveapathy]

You're amazing.

[catchacold]

I've been told. Thanks.

[Also, he's now having eggs in April's house, which she may or may not notice at some point.]

Always nice to meet a fan.

[aggressiveapathy]

[ That background does look a little familiar... ]

Any other gems you already told him about?

[catchacold]

Nah, not yet. Mostly I just steal his stuff so I can wear things he owns every time I talk to him.

[There is no real 'why', it just is and it is fun.]

[aggressiveapathy]

So you're where my blouse went.

[Because she gives them to luggage to clean and luggage gives them to Rincewind and it's the ciiiiircle of clothing.]

Wait.

You're where my house went, to.