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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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[meanwhileback]

Not really. I mean, it'd be hypocritical, since they're usually true.

[that's a total lie, but she covers it fairly well with her usual attitude of faintly-amused, feigned boredom. Youth these days, I swear.]

So are you undead, or what?

[acharmingsmile]

People only say the most delightful things about me.

[ Or so Gilderoy imagines. ]

[peratic]

Yes. Often. I'm still mired in the process of trying not to give a damn.

[flagg]

Rarely, rarely. Who doesn't love a good yarn?

[fruktansvard]

[ Fabian looks up from his book and settles his pen between his fingers. There's a moment before he answers. ] That depends.