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{{If you expect me to call you something specific, you're going to have to show the same courtesy, Showa. When was the last time you actually did me the courtesy of following through with something I asked regarding my name, Kanjite?}}

((I see, Tess, I see.))

((Retroposting the convo from last night.))

A few weeks ago I was arrested -dame holds up a hand- the how and why of it isn't important right now, you want to know about the 'marriage' thing. I was put in jail and one of the stipulations of my bail was I had to be released to a family member. I sent a message to Bonnie and Dec, Bonnie is Dec's sister, that said, "You are my husband. Make it so." A day or so later, Dec and Bonnie came and posted my bail, bearing paperwork - legal documentation, that Dec and I had been married for a while. The story we are perpetuating is that a few years back, during one of me and Dec's crazy adventures we ended up married. Since we loved each other anyway we decided not to annul the marriage. Well over a year ago - and this part is true stare - Dec cheated on me with this skanky groupie. stare stressed scream I immediately left him and a little while later I filed for divorce and served him papers. He refused to sign them for reasons unbeknownst. I tried everything I could but after a while I got fed up and moved away, deciding I was going to move on with my life regardless. Until a few months ago I hadn’t really heard or seen from Dec in almost a year. That part is also true.

The only two parts in that story that are true is that Dec cheated on me so I left -she holds up one finger- and two -she holds up another finger- until a few months ago, Dec and I hadn't seen each other in quite a bit.

No one knows the truth except you, me, Dec, Bonnie, and...maybe Ryzan and Draa. And no one else will know the truth until I am out of this mess. Dec and Bonnie don't deserve to go to jail and I got them mixed up in this. The less people that know, the better. I'm not even telling Psy or Kat. Psy has enough to risk dating a cop. I couldn't do that to her...

-dame swallows- Well, there's a lot more than that. -she bites her lip briefly- And...it gets worse. -dame looks down and clutches hard at her fingers- Much worse. -dame tells him the next things in as much monotone as she can, clutching so hard at her fingers her knuckles turn white.- The charge is accessory to murder, and before you ask, no, I actually am not guilty. I am completely innocent of that. However, that is a story for another time. When the charges popped up for my arrest/warrant, I guess work had decided to do random background check ups and mine was chosen to be checked again. With this being on my record, they had to let me go. I assume they are bound by law to tell the PSC, Professional Standards Committee, when something like this comes up because -she pauses taking a deep breath- Well...long story short, they took away my certificate. My license to teach. -little did dame know that both places had received an anonymous tip. dame stops a moment for him to process and ask questions or whatever-

-snorts-

You know, it's mighty convenient how only you, your so called "fake" husband and sister in law, and two others I barely know about know that this marriage is a farce. stare

-stands up and crosses his arms across his chest-

This cloak and dagger s**t is beyond me as well. I have no idea why you have us in the bathroom with the water running. Who are you afraid of hearing you? Did your fearless leader give the cops permission to raid your room? But the icing on all of this is the fact that instead of giving me the whole story, you're spoon feeding me bits and pieces of things as if it's going to pacify me. You want me to trust you, to believe what you're telling me when you're not telling me s**t! scream

-face turning to stone, his mouth twists to open and rip her a new one for freaking out on him, screaming and hollering like a mad woman when he hears the words "pregnant" and "miscarried". Feeling like he'd been hit in the stomach with a two-by-four, his mouth drops open, eyes wide and out of focus, breath slowing. He doesn't even hear the second round of words that comes after her comment of miscarriage. His mind just plays those two words, over and over, in his head and he slowly backs towards the door, sliding down it when he reaches it, his legs no longer able to support his weight.

She was pregnant, and he didn't even have the joy of knowing, or the pain of being there when she lost it. His chest starts heaving as he tries to breathe, becoming upset that she had to endure such things alone. Without him. Looking up, his eyes come into focus as dame stands on the other side of the bathroom, trying to calm herself down. Torn in several directions, the stronger one leads him to standing up and walking behind her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, pulling her back against him and burying his face in her hair-

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've been here, and I wasn't. To go through so much and to have to hide so much.....I'm, I'm sorry

Dec walks into the bar .... and curses as he rubbed his forehead. "Bonnie! What the heck is this bar doing stretched across the hall?" "I be hangin the wash on it." "Don't they have dryers in Ireland?"

Dec mutters as he gets into the car and drives to the MW. He walks in and goes up to Katana. "Hey there pretty lady. How you doing?"