Email to Jay and Kyle

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

To: [Dogboy, Birdboy]
From: [Largely back to sufficient skin-coverage]
Subject: So . . .


Now that I've got access to my credit cards again, who wants a car? I'll even do foreign imports.


Not joking even a little bit here.

Comments

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

To: (Crispy Vegemite)
From: (How many times do I have to tell you I am not a dog)
Subject: WTF??

WTF? WTFF?

Dude, I can't own a car until I'm 18. GTA:Montana, remember? Uh. You can, replace the shirt I destroyed trying to get my arm free though.

-Kyle

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

To: [Yet you still chew on the furniture]
From: [I am far superior to Vegemite, thank you]
Subject: Was I unclear?

Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. Has anything in my fraught and exciting existence ever indicated I am anything but made of money? I am the illegitimate yet indulged offspring of both filthy foreign oil-money and Australia's preeminent media mogul. It is literally no object. My parents find it in their hearts to be quite generous with those who save their beloved son's life. In this case repeatedly.

And you can think of nothing better than a shirt?

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

To: (Fine. Crispy Marmite)
From: (The hell I do!)
Subject: Dude.

Dude. I am the entirely legitimate product of a pediatric nurse and a construction worker. The idea of someone just casually giving someone else a car is like.. I dunno, I guess like, what if someone just gave you, um, an island. A big one. Of your own.

I don't need you to get me a car. I'd have saved your manky ass if you'd been destitute and homeless, you know? And besides, I seriously have GTA:Montana on my record. I can't own a car until I'm 18. I can't even drive one alone until then. It was that or go back to jail, and, uh, no f'ing -way- was I doing that. Besides, I'm saving for a motorcycle.

I liked that shirt.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

To: [Explain the couch then]
From: [Nonsense, I am nothing but magically delicious]
Subject: Mate

You're right. The idea of being given a car is entirely unencompassable. Almost as unencompassable as . . . ah, what's a comparable equivalent . . . the gift of life.

True, you would have saved my life had I been the third daggiest bloke on the street. However, I am not. In the slightest. I would take it as a personal favour if I were allowed to repay even a fraction of what I owe you, unattractively excessive and materialistic though my means may be. I am not a charity case. I pay my debts. Always.

Money I have. Let me use it.

I will at least, however, replace the shirt, as you loved it so and it is now saturated with unspeakable bodily fluids. Because that's just good manners.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

To: [Bowl of Lucky Charms]
From: [Damn if I know? Catseye?]
Subject: I'm not going to win this arguement, am I?

Dude. Dude. If you really really REALLY REALLY want to give me a car, um. I dunno. Car trust fund? I really really can't own one for another.. I dunno how many days. March 21, 2008.

I'm not saying you're charity. I'm saying that ... You don't owe me anything. I'm also saying if you really really REALLY want to get me a car, get me a car. I just can't own it yet. Or drive it myself. And I'd rather have a motorcycle and I have a brochure printed out already if you want to get me one of those.

What? I know when I'm defeated in an arguement.

Actually, the shirt's not really gross, I just kinda shredded it trying to get it -off-. I hadn't trimmed back the claws in weeks, and they're sharp.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

To: [Ah, forgiven. At least you don't shed.]
From: [A boxful at the very least]
Subject: Not a chance

Ah, I think this demands instant gratification. And we wouldn't want you violating your parole, now, would we?

Indeed, you are defeated. Take it like a man. A large, hairy man in need of weekly pedicures and soon to be receiving a motorcycle.

No worries, I mourn the loss of a beloved shirt as well. On the level, however, I think I'll live.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

To: [That's a lot of cereal, dude.]
From: [And I sure as hell don't shed PURPLE]
Subject: I totally concede then.

Probation, not parole. Parole would mean I'd have had to stay in Montana. Probation means I can go where I want (well, where my parents want me to) but I have a bunch of rules to follow. One of which says no owning cars. Maybe not motorcycles either but we could get around that. I bet Logan would 'own' it until I was 18. Or someone. My grandmom!

Dude. What is with you people and my toenails??!? And I'm not that hairy, just on the legs and arms. And head. And face. Okay, nevermind.

Yeah, dude, you will. That was the point of the shirt shredding.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

To: [Maybe you'll tan]
From: [Heals on command]
Subject: re: So . . .

What? I can't accept that. I mean, it was Kyle's idea, he's the one who took charge, so I don't deserve anything extravagant. Or anything at all, really.

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From:
To: [I tan like a god, thank you]
Subject: So nothing

Yes, I have spoken with Kyle, and consequently he is now receiving a motorcycle. Under protest that has been noted and summarily disregarded, but receiving it nonetheless.

Come on, Jay. Did you not allow Forge, as a close personal friend, to gift you with a guitarr? Now allow me, as a friend as close as my unassailable masculinity and literally having your living marrow flowing through my veins will allow, to make some sort of gesture for you. You only saved my life, you know.

So, material possessions. Anything? Come on, mate, I'll donate to a charity in your name if I have to, but the money's getting spent some way or other. Might as well be on something fun.