are you going to start making that argument? it would be a waste of time. we've already established that i win all of our arguments.
i'm going to regret telling you that, aren't i? i take it back. when i said it, i thought it was officially opposite day. good luck. it won't save you, but i'll remember pre-broken nose nikolai fondly.
never? you don't want that. you would get sick of me eventually.
i don't know if i'm willing to concede to that just yet. tonight might have been special, but all days can't be.
you can't take back your affectionate statements about me. they're carved in stone and hanging somewhere important, like the side of a grand mountain. i will need nursing and attention if mal hits me. he might also, but he can find it elsewhere.
you underestimate both me and yourself. does one get sick of the starlight?
you said i was special, which means all nights are special, which means i'll always win. see? flawless logic.
and here i thought you printed those and hung them on your wall. i could send over aleksander's mother to nurse you back to health. the agony of listening to her insult you will distract from the pain.
the sun certainly does, or it would stop rising every morning. think of how sick you'll get of me winning every argument.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
it would be a waste of time. we've already established that i win all of our arguments.
i'm going to regret telling you that, aren't i?
i take it back. when i said it, i thought it was officially opposite day.
good luck. it won't save you, but i'll remember pre-broken nose nikolai fondly.
never? you don't want that.
you would get sick of me eventually.
no subject
tonight might have been special, but all days can't be.
you can't take back your affectionate statements about me.
they're carved in stone and hanging somewhere important, like the side of a grand mountain.
i will need nursing and attention if mal hits me.
he might also, but he can find it elsewhere.
you underestimate both me and yourself.
does one get sick of the starlight?
no subject
see? flawless logic.
and here i thought you printed those and hung them on your wall.
i could send over aleksander's mother to nurse you back to health.
the agony of listening to her insult you will distract from the pain.
the sun certainly does, or it would stop rising every morning.
think of how sick you'll get of me winning every argument.