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[neverdied]

"Yeah?"

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voice;

[halfblaked]

O -- Oh.

Is that the name of your band? Really? Edgy!

voice;

[neverdied]

[Sigh!]

No. That was a song. Just for you.

voice;

[halfblaked]

Ah.

Not very good, were you?

voice;

[neverdied]

I did say we weren't well known. There's your reason.

voice;

[halfblaked]

Well if you sang like that...what's the point of being in a band at all?

voice;

[neverdied]

It was art.

voice;

[halfblaked]

It sounds a bit avant-garde doesn't it?

voice;

[neverdied]

I'd like to hear you do better.

voice;

[halfblaked]

Ah! But I do not sing, or fashion myself after any sort of musician!

We would need a great deal of autotune to make my voice sound good enough for music.

[ Get it? It's funny because that's how he is. ]

voice;

[neverdied]

Ugh. Autotuning has never made anything sound good.

voice;

[halfblaked]

Oh! I don't know. Sometimes it can be interesting.

Rarely, but occasionally it works.

voice;

[neverdied]

Very rarely. You like autotuning and punk?

voice;

[halfblaked]

I'm not really a fan, but... my son was. You eventually have to...get used to it, find something to like about it.

voice;

[neverdied]

Huh, you have a kid? Is he here?

voice;

[halfblaked]

Oh no, not here. He's...away. At university.

voice;

[neverdied]

Oh. Lucky you. Best part of having a kid is when they're not there.

voice;

[halfblaked]

[ Good thing it's voice, so Jack can't see his raised eyebrow or half-smirk. ]

Oh, I don't know about that. I miss my boy a great deal.

voice;

[neverdied]

I wouldn't. Not if he listened to auto tune.

[Or just in general, because kids are the worst.]

voice;

[halfblaked]

You...aren't a parent, are you? Most aren't quite so cold.

[ SAYS THE GUY WHO LITERALLY CHOPPED HIS SON'S HEAD OFF BUT GO OFF I GUESS ]

Re: voice;

[neverdied]

[You've not been a true parent until you've murdered at least one of your kids, as far as Jack's concerned.]

I am. Multiple times. Too many times.

[And he doesn't sound filled with paternal joy about it either.]

voice;

[halfblaked]

Really? [ More an exclamation than a question. ]

They aren't that bad! What could your children have done to give you such low opinions of them?

voice;

[neverdied]

Exist. Be a burden. You honestly enjoy having them around?

voice;

[halfblaked]

[ God he's right. He's so fucking right that it pains David. ]

Mm, you are...perhaps, not entirely incorrect about that. Do you...hate your children?

voice;

[neverdied]

[You're welcome.]

They're all dead. All but one.

[That doesn't really answer the question but it's worth pointing out.]

voice;

[halfblaked]

Mm, was it... a disease?