craziness! it must be saturday.

[fahye]

Fahye Dielle: ahahah electric blanket
Fahye Dielle: Thom: :O! Brilliant. You're fired.
Lucifer: .....

schiarire: :O
schiarire: Lucifer=heater?

Fahye Dielle: Well, I'm sure it's a perk

schiarire: this is true.
so that's why thom is crowdy :D

Fahye Dielle: of course!

schiarire: it all makes sense now!
schiarire: best relationship counseling ever!

Fahye Dielle: *preens*

schiarire: god, can you imagine the poor therapist

Fahye Dielle: oh god
Fahye Dielle: They'd either be ecstatic at the weird person or just end up crying in a corner

schiarire: I know!
schiarire: It'd be the WORST FIELD DAY EVER
schiarire: Thom bets they could get 'em to do both

Fahye Dielle: Oh yes.
Fahye Dielle: So, Mister....Trebond...do explain what you feel you are getting out of this relationship.

schiarire: Thom: *promptly* Liquor and a heat source!

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Sex and stress relief?

schiarire: Thom: Yeah, those things too. I feel it's kind of a, a win-win situation.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Yup.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *stares*

schiarire: Thom: What? we could have a deeper relationship ... but we don't want one ... it's not even a relationship. I think of him as an acquaintance. With benefits

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: So much nicer without all those silly emotion things!

schiarire: Thom: I'm trying to cut back on those anyway. Bad for my rep.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: I've had something of a relapse lately.
Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: I'm considering patches.

schiarire: Thom: Me too, funny thing. Let me know how that goes

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *weakly* So do you feel you connect at all? Ever?

schiarire: Thom: Actually, we connect surprisingly well. In my opinion.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *nods* Emotions are bad for the connecting.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *not sure whether asking about their sex life is a good idea....*

schiarire: Thom: Emotions only make for misunderstandings and obligations. I've decided to give them up.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: He's so much less clingy than my...um...everyone...

schiarire: Therapist: Your who now?

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *brightly* Ask Thom about his violence issues

schiarire: Thom: What violence issues? uh

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *eyebrow*

schiarire: Thom: Look, I'm perfectly normal.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *desperately* Let's talk about your family!

schiarire: Thom: .................................. *abruptly* you first

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: I rebelled against my father and was disowned. Very sad story. Anyway.

schiarire: Thom: Damn, my turn?

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *scribble, scribble*

schiarire: Thom: OK. Mine are both dead. I was raised in a barn . . .

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Sometimes it shows.

schiarire: Thom: Uh huh. Anyway, that's the end. Death and substitutes.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: Substitutes?

schiarire: Thom: Well, like wet nurses and stuff. it's all kind of icky.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *stagewhisper* Wait til he gets to talking about his sister.

schiarire: Thom: YOU HAVE MORE FAMILY TOO. DON'T DENY IT

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *blinks. innocently. slowly.*
Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Oh yes. I have a son. Who's currently sleeping with his twin sister.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *...well, that would be the crying in the corner, I suppose*

schiarire: Thom: That's so sad. we didn't even get to my weird UST with Adam yet.
What a pussy.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist's moolah sensors: *ping!*
Fahye Dielle: Therapist: Do keep talking...

schiarire: Thom: No, I don't feel like this is a supportive environment

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *stares at ceiling*

schiarire: Thom: Anything I say can and will be used against me in, um ... somewhere

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *picture of innocence! not really*

schiarire: Thom: Yeah. See? I'm done. *looks beautifully put upon at therapist*

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: TWIN HOW FASCINATING

schiarire: Thom: *frowns.* not your business.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: You're kind of missing the point.

schiarire: Thom: ... aw, but ... you do it

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: *obligingly* Thom is obsessed with his sister. And his father. And his father substitute! And he's sleeping with...definitely the latter. I have my suspicions about the sister.

schiarire: Thom: .... ;yoiiijasdfl;. NEVER MIND. HE'S A FUCKNUT.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: You can do me?

schiarire: Thom: What, here?

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Sure. Though that's not quite what I meant.

schiarire: Thom: ......

schiarire: Therapist's pen: *destroys notepad via friction. friction!*

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: I did all your talking. You can feel free to do mine.

schiarire: Thom: *points* He DOES have emotions! And buttons! I'm just nice. also, he's a really bad parent.

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: Uh....huh....

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Oh yes. Ever so nice.

schiarire: Thom: Look, do I ASK when you're wound up like an explosive?

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: If there's something in it for you.

schiarire: Thom: ...... fine. be that way.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: As you can see, he has a sulking problem. Also an oral fixation!

Fahye Dielle: Therapist's pen: *punches through paper*

schiarire: Thom: I DO NOT

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Denial. It's a terrible thing.

schiarire: Thom: Just because you're repressed.

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: .....what, exactly, am I repressing?

schiarire: Thom: well, sometimes your MURDEROUS URGES *flails*

Fahye Dielle: Lucifer: Oh, so I should be indulging those.

schiarire: Thom: I dunno, it might make you less .. clenched in

Fahye Dielle: Therapist: *carefully writes down 'anal retentive' next to 'oral fixation'. quelle Freudian.*