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[originallutece]

[Oh. Oh, no, and now it's her turn to feel an awful rush of sentiment and friendship. She refers to them as her ducklings, yes, she loves them and adores them, and surely that's returned, but . . .

It isn't a competition. It's not as if she ever needs, or indeed wants, to be better than Robert. They're a pair, a duo; he truly is all she is and more, and there's no better addition to this city. She's never sought to outpace him, because to do so would be an exercise in futility.

But people have preferred him over her before. God, they've always wanted him. Their parents had, and they hadn't even known of Robert; they'd just wanted a son so badly that a daughter could never possibly compare. Cambridge had been the precise same way: Miss Lutece, while your test scores are admirable, at this time Cambridge is only accepting male candidates, and as such a young lady such as yourself would be entirely unsuitable . . . have you considered our girl's school?

Never mind in Columbia. God, she'd had to start going to Finkton and Comstock House all on her own, because each time Robert attended, he was always the one ultimately consulted. How many times had she given an answer, only for all the men in the room to look expectantly at her double? For surely both Luteces were intelligent, but only Robert could be trusted to give an accurate answer. (Robert, thank god, had always done his best to defer. As my sister just said, god, he'd started to sound like a parrot, but he never once faltered in giving credit where it was due).

No one's ever wanted her over Robert. Except now, suddenly, someone does.

Oh.]

He's aware of it. He hastens to point out that there are in fact two Dr. Luteces right now, and that it isn't a one-person-only slot.

[asskicks]

sounds like somebodys got a little insecurity problem

theres people for that yknow

[QUIT BEIN' A DOUCHESUKE, YUSUKE]

[originallutece]

Be nice, I said.

[He's perfectly secure, thank you, he's absolutely full of himself when he wants to be, only she can't say that to a student.]

It isn't insecurity, it's insult. You lot are far more casual than we're used to.

[asskicks]

well what does he expect

you got here first and anyway itd be confusing as hell to have two dr luteces even if you werent a hard act to follow

[originallutece]

[Thank god this is over the watches. She's grinning unbearably right now.]

He's an accomplished scientist; he expects respect.

Can you at least manage Dr. Robert?

[asskicks]

not without picturing a clown dressed in a white coat

[originallutece]

Dr. L?

[asskicks]

serial killer with an md who eats his victims after he minces em with a scalpel he named pookie

[originallutece]

Oh, nonsense.

He'd go for something far more sinister. Rosie, he'd call it, and refer to it with an alarming amount of affection.

1/2

[asskicks]

right probably in that creepy stage whi

2/2

[asskicks]

wait arent YOU rosie

[originallutece]

Yes. And he regards me with an alarming amount of affection.

[asskicks]

well yeah i bet but

you know its supposed to be romantic right

like when bad guys talk to their weapons like that its supposed to sound like some really screwed up foreplay

[HE HAS NO IDEA]

[originallutece]

[He's going to find out sooner or later. They might as well do it now.]

I'm very well aware. That doesn't change my answer, nor his inclination.

[asskicks]

[. . . . . .

UH]

wait so what youre saying is you and robert are...

[originallutece]

Yes. And have been, since we were about 18 or so.

[Which is actually quite a nervewracking thing to admit. Perhaps that's why she fires the text off so quickly.]

1/???

[asskicks]

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[asskicks]

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[asskicks]

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[asskicks]

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[asskicks]

6/6 SORRY

[asskicks]

well i guess that gives a whole new and interesting meaning to go fuck yourself

[ALL RIGHT. OKAY. THIS IS A THING, APPARENTLY.]

THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL

[originallutece]

Oh, good god, Urameshi, please!

[asskicks]

IM JUST SAYING its pretty ironic that you got on my ass for asking if my girl selfd be hot when you and your guy selfve been popping eachothers weasels for a decade

[originallutece]

I am going to end this conversation right now if you don't stop being disgusting.