chemveil | IC Spam

I'm investing the entirety fake stratosphere resistance salary into purchasing a safe and you will not have the combination.

I doubt they'll allow me to disembark if I'm experiencing an off-week.

[...] Hardly, but I had a moment of weakness when it became even more complicated, temporarily, and he understood that I'm not [...] keen to form a habit.

If the combination isn't my birthday that's really offensive, though.

No, you're right. [...] I'll still worry, but I guess the normal amount. Have you had an off week since you've been here?

Sticking to quarterly lays? I hope it was helpful.

That's fine.

Not a full week but days, yes.

As do I.

Well I'm going to get a safe and put the carton of cigarettes I have in it.

Is it getting any better? [...] Maybe too soon to tell.

I'll keep an eye on him and see if he seems to be uplifted from your magical loins.

Also sweets midlife crisis does not excuse all these dessert withholdings?? What the fuck.

Maryle. I cannot handle four conversations at once while also wrestling a hangover. Since when do you own an entire carton.

I know, I ignored your instructions. I feel great.

I don't yet.

Edited (Lies) 2026-02-06 00:22 (UTC)

So you lied.

And immediately told you during our confession time. I'm absolved.

I stopped attending Mass for good reason and yet here I am, in a conversation with eerily similar undertones...

Edited 2026-02-06 00:56 (UTC)

Unsurprisingly, I've never set foot in a church.

Tell me all your sins and I'll give you a Hail Mary or whatever.

You would set it alight. And no thank you, I need those from my last 24 hours to keep me warm on cold winter nights in space.

Flattered that you think it would combust as opposed to the other way around.

Let's circle back to your dessert sins, though.

You're invincible.

The brownie was my fee for playing courier. I hold neither shame nor regret in my heart.

I really am impressive, huh?

You didn't deserve a fee, but even if you did, it doesn't explain my current lack of chocolate bars.

Edited 2026-02-06 06:51 (UTC)

In a fearsome sort of way.

They're rum-flavoured.

You like having a challenge around.

Are you torturing me or just trying to add to my excitement?

My response to both your statement and your inquiry is: Yes.

I hate you. Bring me chocolate.

I love you and I happen to be indisposed.

I'm coming over.

What if I'm relieving stress? Or worse, what if I'm not there at all?

You feel like shit because you're hungover, I bet you're laying in bed feeling sorry for yourself.

I'll have you know I am both out and about and, yes, feeling sorry for myself.

Edited 2026-02-06 16:39 (UTC)

I guess there are maybe things you need to get done.

I'll leave you to your patheticness.

I may or may not leave something in your top left desk drawer after lunch. If this occurs, kindly remember how precious such luxuries are in space and try to savour it.

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