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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[hasitsthorns]

That sounds exactly like what a grump would say.

Alright, so. Maybe not a grump. Maybe just a stick in the mud?

[tongueamok]

Can one not be a serious person without being called such childish things?

[hasitsthorns]

Sure. I get called dumb and ridiculous all the time though. It don't bother me. [ But only because those are much better things for people to think of her than know what she actually is. ] Why let being called a grump or stick in the mud ruffle your feathers, dude?

[tongueamok]

Because I've had enough slander thrown at me from complete strangers to last a lifetime.

[And a lifetime for him is short enough as it is.]

[hasitsthorns]

... You do realize there are way more slanderous things to call somebody than a grump, right? Where I'm from, it's kind of like. An affectionate thing, almost. To insult your friends. Not, like, really insult them. Just playful jabs.

It's what I'm trying to do now, by the way.

[tongueamok]

We aren't friends! I don't even know you, aside from that you make charts that no one asked for!

[Oh, she hit a nerve. Either that, or he just likes yelling at people over the phone.]

[hasitsthorns]

We could be, is what I was trying to get at.

[ In the most vague, roundabout way possible. Maybe she would've even tried to apologize, too, if given the opportunity. She's come a ways since the chart. ]

But, hey, that's cool. I get it. You've met your friend quota.

[tongueamok]

It's not a quota. It's that you're calling me things I'm not, and I'm not interested in being anything with someone who can't maintain even the barest sense of decency.

[hasitsthorns]

Well, then, let me know what you're not. I'm sure you think a lot of things about me too that might not be true, so. We're probably even there.

But we'll never know if we don't, like. Talk. Try to be friendly, maybe. Though I guess maybe my way of being friendly isn't... something you appreciate, so. Y'know. I'll work on that too.

I'm sorry about him. :(

[tongueamok]

Right. You do that, and perhaps when you have mastered it, I will be interested in speaking with you further. Or at all.

Until then, good day.

[And that last bit is said with all the warmth of someone who hopes she rots in a hole. Mr. Not-a-Grump is hanging up now. Click.]