[The word "sexy" and the very thought of Twoflower nearly short-circuits Rincewind's already battered brain. He shakes his head quickly, a hand going to his temple as if he can massage the very idea away.]
No, gods. Why is it always sex with you?
[and, quickly, in case she attempts to give him an answer:]
It wasn't so much that he lied as it was that he wrote lies. Twoflower... sees the world through the most dangerously delusional eyes of anyone I've ever met. We can both look at the same run-down whorehouse or bar fight, and he'll call it "quaint" and want to have his picture taken in front of it.
[his look softens. There really was some strange appeal to the little idiot. Rincewind couldn't help but miss him, despite how bloody dangerous he was to Rincewind's health.]
...He wrote that I was I was a "Great Wizard" and made Ankh-Morpork sound like some amazing place to live. Apparently that's enough to inspire taking up pitchforks against centuries of oppression.
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Date: 2016-09-20 05:31 am (UTC)No, gods. Why is it always sex with you?
[and, quickly, in case she attempts to give him an answer:]
It wasn't so much that he lied as it was that he wrote lies. Twoflower... sees the world through the most dangerously delusional eyes of anyone I've ever met. We can both look at the same run-down whorehouse or bar fight, and he'll call it "quaint" and want to have his picture taken in front of it.
[his look softens. There really was some strange appeal to the little idiot. Rincewind couldn't help but miss him, despite how bloody dangerous he was to Rincewind's health.]
...He wrote that I was I was a "Great Wizard" and made Ankh-Morpork sound like some amazing place to live. Apparently that's enough to inspire taking up pitchforks against centuries of oppression.