018 - All right, he has to ask.

[fuckitybye]

Okay, any of you fucking party-crashers know who won the 2010 general election in the UK?

[OOC: Feel free to fourth-wall the crap out of him. He's overdue for figuring out that Tom Davis is the fictional inhabitant of Downing Street, not Gordon Brown or Blair.]

Comments

Private.

[fuckitybye]

There's a lot of things I reckon I'm not getting there, but—what, you go and put your foot into it when trying to be helpful there? Disconcert him a bit or something?

Private.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Yeah, I think I over did it. I was a bitch, but I swear I only wanted to help.

[ And then she does what she does best and starts to cry. ]

Private.

[fuckitybye]

Aw, Claire, it's—shit.

Christ. I'm sorry.

[He really, really cannot stand it when a girl he actually likes is crying.]

You wanna continue this conversation in person, then?

Private. - Want to start now or after the file thread?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Yes. Please.

Private. - After the file thread, prolly? in case anything else comes up there.

[fuckitybye]

Be along in a bit.

Private. - Perfect, agreed.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Malcolm.