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Aug. 28th, 2009 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amicably_absent"You're a damn, bloody fool, Glitch."
Glitch growled walking away from the desk. "I did what I had to do, you know that!"
"I know all about doing what you have to," Ambrose spat back, stalking back to the desk. "You do it, because you have to. You didn't have to do this, you never should have done this, you stupid headcase!"
"Who are you calling headcase, you pompous... pompous-"
"You need a noun now," Ambrose sniped. "You can't remember nouns, how can you possibly make a balanced judgment."
"Shut up! I don't know why I ever wanted you back, you're a relic from a dead age!" Glitch was beyond angry, beyond reasoning. He grabbed a handful of papers and threw them, scattering notes everywhere. "You're rotten and horrible and you don't know anything about people!"
"I know plenty! Who do you think Anoria turned to when she had trouble?" Ambrose started gathering the papers up again, flattening them out and smoothing the papers. "I'm not such a fool."
"You've never been in love. Never." Glitch stamped the papers. "Leave the damn notes and pay attention to me!"
"I was never in love before. That doesn't mean that I don't understand this and that you're not making a damn fool of yourself and killing both of you at the same time." Ambrose gathered the papers hastily, setting them on the bed. "Or that you have to wreck my work."
"Go away!" Glitch grabbed the inkwell, throwing it at the wall and watching it shatter, blue ink exploding over the wall. "If all you're going to do is belittle me like I'm just headcase idiot not worth even looking at when you're talking to me, you can just go and rot in hell, Advisor Ambrose! You have less heart than Zero!"
There was the resounding sound of a slap.
Glitch was left standing in the middle of his room, hand to his cheek and alone.
Glitch growled walking away from the desk. "I did what I had to do, you know that!"
"I know all about doing what you have to," Ambrose spat back, stalking back to the desk. "You do it, because you have to. You didn't have to do this, you never should have done this, you stupid headcase!"
"Who are you calling headcase, you pompous... pompous-"
"You need a noun now," Ambrose sniped. "You can't remember nouns, how can you possibly make a balanced judgment."
"Shut up! I don't know why I ever wanted you back, you're a relic from a dead age!" Glitch was beyond angry, beyond reasoning. He grabbed a handful of papers and threw them, scattering notes everywhere. "You're rotten and horrible and you don't know anything about people!"
"I know plenty! Who do you think Anoria turned to when she had trouble?" Ambrose started gathering the papers up again, flattening them out and smoothing the papers. "I'm not such a fool."
"You've never been in love. Never." Glitch stamped the papers. "Leave the damn notes and pay attention to me!"
"I was never in love before. That doesn't mean that I don't understand this and that you're not making a damn fool of yourself and killing both of you at the same time." Ambrose gathered the papers hastily, setting them on the bed. "Or that you have to wreck my work."
"Go away!" Glitch grabbed the inkwell, throwing it at the wall and watching it shatter, blue ink exploding over the wall. "If all you're going to do is belittle me like I'm just headcase idiot not worth even looking at when you're talking to me, you can just go and rot in hell, Advisor Ambrose! You have less heart than Zero!"
There was the resounding sound of a slap.
Glitch was left standing in the middle of his room, hand to his cheek and alone.
