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*Fate breezes into the bar as breezily as a smug being like Fate can breeze. Which is to say that he blows through the door in the form of an unusually cold gust of wind before solidifying into a seated figure at the bar, not that he enters cheerily and casually. After all, that is much harder.*

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No, you just curse them, which is, of course, much more intelligent.

"Oh, I'm sure Charlie's taught me a good few curses I'd like to use for you, my friend," he says with a grin. "Besides anything else, I always thought I was in control of my life. Thought I could say it, and it'd happen because I was the one living it.

"And now I find out I'm not. What would you have done, in my situation?"

The point, boy, is that it doesn't matter what you do.

"I'm not a boy," he answers hotly. "And as for that... fuck it. If it doesn't matter, then it doesn't matter. If it's all pre-planned? Everything? Then I'll just do what I want, if it's all going to be the same in the end."

Exactly.

He rolls his eyes. "You're infuriating."

[ooc: delay for eatings, etc soon! warning, warning, etc. why so much etc? the world may never know...]

*Fate has plainly taken this as a compliment.* Yes, I try to fit the part.

[OOC: warning duly noted :)]

His brows crease for a moment, and then he just smiles and laughs.

Shaking his head, he gestures to the bar.

"Can I get you a drink? I believe I owe you something at least."

*primly* No, thank you. An offering at one of my many temples would be much more appropriate.

He nods. "I'd do that, one of these days, if I knew where your temples were."

Ahhh, yours is a deprived world.

Build me a temple. I like temples.

He laughs; an honest to goodness laugh. "I'll bet you do.

"I'll tell you what; I'll build you a temple when something good happens to me: how's that?"

Oh, the games he plays.

*sternly* Good. No modern art, mind.

*And the moral of the story is: sucking up buys happily ever afters. Very. Special. Episode.*

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says nonchalantly. But he's thinking about it.

Hard.

And besides, if all's meant to turn out as it is, it doesn't really matter that he's pissing off a God deliberately. Right?

*Fate nods graciously.* Well said.

I see you've caught on. Very good, bargaining is traditional.

*He fades away, but his voice says* I approve.

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