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[edgeoftheknife]

Look, ah.

There's something I've been meaning to tell you, for... well, probably close to two hundred years, now. It's been on my mind a lot lately, and I think I need to just come clean about it.

So, here goes.

Anton?

You snore. A lot.

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[edgeoftheknife]

Very few, I'll give you that. Although very few ended successfully for the other party at all, as my general lack of missing vital body parts will attest.

What is it with throwing shoes, anyway?

[backwordscompatible]

It works?

[edgeoftheknife]

I suppose it does, at that.

Didn't catch your name, by the way?

[backwordscompatible]

That's because I didn't throw it yet.

...it's Zatanna, by the way. Zatanna Zatara.

[edgeoftheknife]

A pleasure, Zatanna. Erskine Ravel.

[backwordscompatible]

[And she thought she had an interesting name.]

Likewise. And you said your boyfriend's name is...Anton?

[edgeoftheknife]

My bed warmer is Anton, yes. Anton Shudder. Proprietor of the Midnight Hotel?

[backwordscompatible]

To-may-to, to-mah-to at this point.

[In other words, still not buying the total denial at the specific label.]

I recognize the name, but I wouldn't have had a reason to see him very often. I've been staying at the Welcome Center ever since we got back from the Dreaming Realm. No reason to move out.

[edgeoftheknife]

Oh no, we're not doing the tomato thing here. There is a very definite level of candies and flowers and snogging that is completely lacking in this relationship.

[Still in a good mood, although he's play-acting being terribly serious about this.]

The Welcome Center? You mean there's an information stand for all of this turtle nonsense and I missed it?

[backwordscompatible]

[Her face twisted into a (clearly faux) look of guilt.]

We've been hiding in plain sight all these years. Surprise?