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[possessum]

( This is not Peter Graham, though of course, posting anonymously takes away that possibility. The user didn't want to use the boy's network handle, to inevitably be seen through the filter of "Not Peter."

The user is trying to define his own identity. )

why did you choose your title here on this THING
what is the meaning
?
?

( ...Texting is still something he struggles with, though the demon has been watching and learning and forming his own conclusions on how to do it. Autocorrect is a life-saver. Two questions get two question marks. ....Even if they go in the wrong place. )

i will grant you a
GOLDEN COIN
if you
RESPOND

( ...For those who know Paimon fairly well, that particular offer of exchange might betray who he is. But the demon of Knowledge is curious to hear reasons, and within them: perhaps stories, memories, self-perceptions. There is a meaning to everything, whether simple or complex.

And perhaps by the end of it, he will know what title he would give himself, here on the network. )

Comments

[detonating]

The fuck did the ocean do to you?

Seems like a waste of damn time to me. Why bother with someone you don’t have a chance in hell being with?

Especially when you know she could crush you without breaking a sweat.

[Making it pretty clear that he hasn't spent much time admiring people. Never gave a shit about that kind of thing before Ochako, and even that took time.]

[syncopathic]

It smells like rotten seaweed and fish guts, for one. It was where I was forced to live before I even came here, for another. And as a result you wouldn't believe the amount of horrific culinary monstrosities were shoved down my throat on a daily basis.

In regards to my OTHER tastes, why is that so weird? You don't go to a museum and buy every piece of art you like, do you?

[detonating]

Cant argue the first two points. The last bit though?
If they were monstrosities, then some asshole was doing it wrong.

That's a fuckin stupid way to put it. Since I'm spoken for, that means I wouldn't be a work in an open gallery. I'd be a part of a private collection, and that still makes you a creep.

[syncopathic]

Aww, you really know how to compliment a fellow.

And honestly cooking was just one of the many things my mistress was shit at. She did cause me to develop abysmally low standards for what passes for meals, though. I'll give her that.

[detonating]

Not good enough, huh? Eat shit and go jerk off to someone else.

Right. Your mistress.

[HE PROBABLY DOESN'T WANT TO FUCKING KNOW SO UH... MOVING ON.]

Fuck settling for shitty meals. Learn how to fuckin cook for yourself then.

[syncopathic]

Oh, don't worry. I know how to fend for myself. It's not anything to write home about, but it's better than anything that useless cow could come up with.

Speaking of which, is that the best you can do? I'm only at half mast here!

[detonating]

"Its not anything to write home about, but"
Weak fucking statement. Why the hell would you settle for a couple steps up from someone you obviously hate?

Ugh. For you? Yeah.

tw for Bakugou: apathy

[syncopathic]

Killjoy.

Did it ever occur to you that this is just my way of saying "fuck you" to the greedy bitch who kept me a slave for a year and a half? You wouldn't believe the kind of shit she had me doing-- making me haul three chests full of her possessions was probably the least grueling thing.

She was always dragging me on some inane quest for some delicacy she only vaguely heard mention about, and it very rarely paid dividends. Complete waste of time and energy, if you ask me, but god forbid I open my mouth to protest. That would've made it worse.

So now I'm paying her back with lack of effort. That's what I'm having for three meals a day from now on, as a sort of posthumous tribute-- a big steaming plate of lack of effort.