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[devoutish]

[Who knows who this is meant for. Whoever it is, they're not getting it; it's showing up on the public network instead.]

I bring her sweetbread, she's got wine in the kitchen, things are going very nicely. Then a giant fuck-off snake slithers into the room, as long as I am tall and thick as my forearm.

I'm telling you, mate, I nearly left right then and there.

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[devoutish]

He suggested surgery if it gets worse. He hinted that I might consider having it done here even if it doesn't, before I'm ported out home. I liked the implication that porting out someday is inevitable.

[acclimatized]

Right, you've been here for a while now haven't you... what's it been, a few months? He's right though. Being ported out is inevitable. Sometimes, people just stay here longer than others.

[devoutish]

It's been three months. Yes.

[acclimatized]

You bit my head off back then. Still. It sounds like you're enjoying yourself. You know, when there aren't huge snakes slithering into the room.

[devoutish]

Did I really? It didn't seem like I did from my end of things.

I enjoy it as much as I ever could enjoy it, I suppose.

[acclimatized]

Well. You didn't like the suggestion at the very least.

I hope it works out for you.

[devoutish]

Did I really? It didn't seem like I did from my end of things.

I enjoy it as much as I ever could enjoy it, I suppose.