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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]

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.

[ioudas]

Do you want me to get poetic about this?

[foreshadower]

I do love poetry.

You may as well.

[ioudas]

Hidden deep beneath darkness' depths,
A part of him wept and wept,
Never did he see feel alive,
When a tall redhead did come by,
Shut up Shade you stupid git,
Stop being such a bloody twit.

[foreshadower]

My, my.

What an insult.

[ioudas]

And so the Shadow disappeared into the night,
Hiding from the sun and its light,
Leaving the redhead to leave and wonder,
Why the hell he was friends with such a bounder,
When he could be having fun with a lady friend,
That would probably tie him to a bed,
And leave it in such a state,
That saves him the time from -

Well, you know what rhymes with state.

[foreshadower]

I do.

What a well crafted story, I'd say it's practically an epic.

[ioudas]

I'm a Shakespeare of my time.

[foreshadower]

Quite so, quite so. We're blessed to have you.

[ioudas]

Oh stop Shade, you know how easily I blush.

[foreshadower]

Now why would I want to do that?

[ioudas]

Shade, please, I can't take it. I need to see you.

[foreshadower]

My, my.

I knew there was an ulterior motive.

[ioudas]

You know me, I must have the pleasure of your company at all times.

[foreshadower]

Then when shall I sleep? [ He asks, even though he rarely sleeps. ]