reverie overflow.

[vecna]

i still haven't put something less stupid here

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[velluminous]

[ it sounds so stifling. she would go mad. ]

Well. Here you are now.

[vecna]

[Go mad, contain one's anger until it reached culminated in violence that was long overdue, same difference.]

Not much better, save for the company.

No offense to the children, of course.

[velluminous]

But they are children.

[ unspoken: and I am so much more interesting and accomplished and intelligent than children ]

[vecna]

Talented children.

[The kids weren't that bad, save for the bullies.]

[velluminous]

I am not arguing for my merits against children.

[vecna]

[Jokingly:] Something tells me you would.

[velluminous]

Oh, shut up.

[vecna]

But you do love your merits, Sprezzatura.

[velluminous]

Ms Vaux.

[vecna]

At this point, I haven’t earned a first-name basis?

[velluminous]

I like to be called Ms.

[vecna]

Even by friends?

[velluminous]

Of course.

[ Reim called her that. Miles called her that. hell, Theo called her Ms Vaux. ]

[vecna]

[Curious.]

Why the formality?

[velluminous]

[ "My parents used my given name like disparagement." ]

Superiority complex, perhaps?

[vecna]

[Liar.]

Or inferiority, instead? Could be taken both ways, you know.

[velluminous]

Inferior! Don't be ridiculous.

[vecna]

To make you feel more important. Ms Vaux. That’s all I mean.

[velluminous]

[ well, fuck. this is actually worse. her brow ticks ]

Nonsense. But what is so wrong about feeling important?

[vecna]

Well, nothing, I suppose. But even between friends?

[velluminous]

Do you think we're friends, Henry, or are you making point?

[vecna]

[He scoffs lightly, unoffended actually.]

You called me a friend earlier. Don't tell me you're detracting that now.

[velluminous]

Ahh, I cause nothing but trouble for myself.

[vecna]

[Laughs.] But you don't deny it. That's good.

I'll continue calling you Ms Vaux if that's what you really prefer.

[No, he'll still slip a first name in there, at times.]

[velluminous]

I do. Think of it as... [ hm. he's from the future, isn't he? ] Old-fashioned values.