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Star:I try. *curtseys*

Conor:Do you even know how to curtsey lol?

Star:There’s plenty I know how to do. I’ve met several royal families, I’ll have you know. Sheiks are crazy. They pay millions to have rock stars play at their kids’ weddings.

Conor:They do? I know Rihanna did that once.

Star:Sure, very nice income stream.

Conor:I’ll bet.

Star:Got my inspiration from you re the ass poker thing, btw.

Conor:Figured as much lol.

Star:Thought I’d start with the poker, then I’d slice off his dick. Maybe make him eat it. Or maybe break his back or something.

Conor:Why break his back?

Star:Duh, so he can suck off the stump.

Conor:Wow. I just crossed my legs.

Star:He won’t be able to by the time I’m through with him.

Conor:LOL.

Conor:Star? You know that if I can help with your to-do list, I will, right?

Star:It’s MY to-do list for a reason.

Conor:You can’t do everything on your own.

Star:Says you. You’re a one-man band too.

Conor:Only because my brothers have zero aptitude for what I do. Even Eoghan, who deals with most of our security, doesn’t know dick about coding alarm systems.

Star:Is this pro bono assistance or quid pro quo?

Conor:It’s pro bono, I guess.

Star:Why guess?

Conor:Because this isn’t a favor. This is me wanting to help you bring down those who hurt you.

Star:Huh.

Star:Conor?

Conor:Yes?

Star:Do you know I’d stick a poker up that priest’s ass if I could? Slice him up real good too?

Conor:**sniffles** That might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.

Star:I’m better than Hallmark at writing this shit, aren’t I?

Conor:You definitely should be working on greeting cards. And homicidal bullet journals.

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