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[lych_o_learning]

[Lichtenstein sits, ankles crossed, finger on his lips for... about an hour. Not long to him, but the fact that he doesn't move, not even to blink or breathe, gives him a mannequin-like quality until that hour is up.]

Are you ever bothered by the stories strangers tell about you?

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[lych_o_learning]

[Lichtenstein stares at him for a few minutes.]

You don't know people very well.

[acharmingsmile]

I can't imagine what they could possibly come up with, my dear fellow.

Do people say unkind things about you? Perhaps you should do something with your hair.

[lych_o_learning]

[More staring.]

I am not entirely trained in the psychological side of medicine, but I am certain that your mental state is... damaged. Which does not seem like a hard thing if you have such a laughably large ego normally.

[acharmingsmile]

But- I beg your pardon, damaged? I am perfectly sound of mind and body! [ Gilderoy just can't believe his ears. What a rude man. ]

But you could stand to work on your manners, couldn't you?

[lych_o_learning]

I have suitable manners, but you have an idiot's perspective of reality. I think that is far more important to change.

[acharmingsmile]

But... but surely everyone other than your horrid self absolutely adores me? [ This poor man is somehow unable to see how wonderful Gilderoy is! ]

[lych_o_learning]

Even if you were a saint that couldn't possibly be true. They have a fleeting snap judgement of you. And of you? I highly doubt it's kind.