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[ Having slightly questionable spatial awareness today, aren't you, walking into chairs like that. ]

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[Knock knock, lady. Someone's talking into your thoughts.]

I know it's you.

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[ It should be fairly obvious enough that she's guilty, considering that she talks back to him without the slightest concern that she's being spoken to via her mind. Of course, she also isn't going to give in quite so easily, responding rather laconically.

Well that's presumptuous of you. ]

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Oh, so we're using names now! Does that mean I get to call you a stalker?

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[ Says the guy talking to me in my head. ]

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Confronting. Confronting you in your head.

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[ Harassing me. ]

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You can file a complaint when my talking to you starts to make you run into chairs.

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[ Go on then, humour me, how'd you come to the conclusion I'm the one messing with you spatial awareness, as opposed to you jus' being a tit? ]

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[Silence.]

You do realize I'm a telepath.

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[ Oh please, 'm hardly thinking about making you walk into shit, 'm just doing it. ]

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I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but 'hardly thinking' still involves some level of thinking.

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[ An' in this case, hardly's used in the context of not thinking about it all.

Sorry, sir, did you just pinch yourself on the wrist? Bit random, don't you think. ]

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[And that makes him let out a hissed 'OW'. Congratulations, you got him to talk. Or something like that.

He'll be throwing back a look that's very much a silent warning, now.]

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[ Pussy.

She shoots him back a brief, sarcastic smile, chin propped up in her hand, but fine, fine, she'll leave you alone, pretty boy, and find herself a less fussy target. ]

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[His words are just as sarcastic, emphasized by a frown.]

Thank you.

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Yeah, yeah, whatever. [ She waves a handle, absently looking back down at the magazine she is flipping through a third time. ] Go back to being dull.

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[Pff. Pff.]

Please.

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What?

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Dull.

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S'not like you're giving me any cause to think otherwise.

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You could always make a suggestion. [But before she can answer that -] That doesn't involve the annihilation of my dignity.

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You didn't look too dignified to start with. S'why I picked you.

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Ah. [He frowns, mocking a moment of deep thought.] Do you make blind people poke themselves in the eyes, too?

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No, that'd just be offensive.

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Rhetorical question.