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[srslynotguy]

I apologize for my actions yesterday. I'm not sure what came over me to sell the house to Tyr. Or to gamble with him in the first place.

Tyr, I hope you can understand. I can't let you have the house, or anyone else, but I can still make it up to you as an apology.

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[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

Yuri, I'm sorry.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

He calling that bet off or whatever?

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

We haven't spoken yet, but I'll do my best, Yuri.

This is my fault. I'll find a way to make him call it off.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

You better. I know where you sleep at night.

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

I know.

[ ... where you sleep too, Yuri :/ ]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

If he doesn't, I'll talk to him.

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

[ Talk to him? With that icon, Yuri? :\ ]

He's agreed to giving back the house to us.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[N-no. He got over that stage!!!]

Good job. What'd you do- agree to be his slave?

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

He erased my debts before I could offer that.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Good.

And you're never gambling again.

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

I don't plan to.

You shouldn't gamble either, Yuri.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

I didn't.

You did.