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[conflictresolution]

"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[grappler]

killing you didn't feel as good as I thought it would.

[that's it. that's the text.]

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[conflictresolution]

Apologies you received a lack of gratification. Was it the lacerating of your liver which took you out of the moment or not breaking my neck in the end?

[He was not in the mood to deal with her gloating. Their little stunt had cost him his daughter for the time being, and beyond that, suffocation was a sensitive subject.]

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[grappler]

both kind of sucked, actually.

guess you didn't like killing me much, either.

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[conflictresolution]

Considering the state of losing consciousness, I couldn't guarantee my success on that subject. The sheer amount of blood was a likely indicator, but alas, I usually stare into the dead eyes of the people I kill to confirm.

[grappler]

cute. at least I could take that from you.

how mad was Jinx when she found out?

[conflictresolution]

You still lost the game. And your temper. You should work on that.

No comment.

[grappler]

and you should work on not being a shithead.

so pretty mad. she's pissed off with me too.

[conflictresolution]

Born that way, so don't hold your breath. Or do.

Is there relevance to this information that we are both receiving the silent treatment?

[grappler]

because, you bastard, unlike you i'm going to do something about it. and for some stupid reason, she wants us to get along.

not that i'll ever get along with you... but I can at least ignore your existence so long as you don't do anything extremely shitty.

I wouldn't do it for anyone else but her. so. if I ignore you, you ignore me. got it?

[conflictresolution]

[So, that's what this little insult session was actually about? What a waste of both of their time.]

And how does ignoring each other equate to 'getting along' in your thick head?

[grappler]

because Jinx is fucking tired of us bitching at each other. she stopped talking to the both of us because she found out we killed each other. she was GETTING tired of us when we were arguing over the last drop.

just saying. I... will try harder to not pick fights. in fact, it'll probably be for the best if this is the last time we talk to each other.

i'll hold up on my end of the bargain, whatever you end up saying.

[conflictresolution]

Then never speak to me again. Nor will you speak about me to others.

[grappler]

[she grits her teeth on her side of the line.]

same goes both ways and it's a fucking deal.

[conflictresolution]

Pound dirt, girl.

[Deal, he guessed.]

[grappler]

[she wants to say more. she wants SO BADLY to say more... but she has a plan. if she's going to show this conversation to her sister as proof that she actually did something, then she has to start now.

she has to start now.

so she flips her tablet off the bed and grits her teeth and probably yells into a pillow, but she doesn't respond.]