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[foreshadower]

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[ Shade prefers letters or other sorts of mail, but he can also be contacted through text or voice. ]

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[foreshadower]

My mistake! How rude of me. I should know better!

[ioudas]

You will have to learn from your mistake, my good man.

[foreshadower]

I suppose such a thing may be necessary. My transgressions may be many, so this is merely one drop in the bucket.

[ioudas]

A drop in the bucket? Don't let yourself off that easy. It's more like a giant wave and all others seem to be but ripples in this one's wake.

[foreshadower]

Oh yes, of course.

This transgression.

[ioudas]

Don't be a baby about it, you love to hear my voice cooing in your ear.

[foreshadower]

It's made my day that much better, yes.

[ioudas]

When you say that, it warms the general area where my heart would be.

[foreshadower]

Oh yes, I'm sure it would.

It seems that there's little that would do that, these days.

[ioudas]

Heart? Or something else?

[foreshadower]

Warm your heart, yes.

[ioudas]

Don't worry Shade, you're already in there.

[foreshadower]

My, my. I feel honored.

[ioudas]

I will take it from your voice that you are blushing like a maiden.

[foreshadower]

Yes, I'm quite virginal when I wish to be.

[ioudas]

(that might be the sound of cross choking on his booze)

[foreshadower]

I'm wounded! You refuse to believe me?

[ioudas]

That does sound like something I'd do.

[foreshadower]

Alas.

It's hardly true, I'm afraid.

[ioudas]

And yet, I find myself still judging you.

[foreshadower]

I think I will persevere. Judgement only affects those who care.

[ioudas]

You care. Deep down inside, you care.

[foreshadower]

Ah yes. Somewhere in this black pit I call a heart, I care.

[ioudas]

I'm the ray of red light in your heart. You could say I'm your own Red Light district. (excuse him as he cracks himself up.)

[foreshadower]

I would hardly say that.