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[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*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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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

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

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, yours is a deprived world.

Build me a temple. I like temples.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

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.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*sternly* Good. No modern art, mind.

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

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"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?

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*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.