Bishop Brouillard

Hm.

Interesting.

Oh.

I did not realize the sausages would be going in the macaroni pasta. That... is not something I would personally consume, but perhaps there is something in your ghoulish anatomy that makes such a thing appealing.

Regardless, indulge, sin, revel in it.

Even if your feast perturbs me.

Mm, indeed, this is where our paths diverge.

Enjoy your dates, Bishop. I hope they satisfy you.

An admirable sin.

I hope it is a truly gluttonous feast to uphold the sin you are devoting it to.

How quaint.

I owe you my... congratulations, then, for finding someone in this sense.

But do not let it consume you. Things like this are fickle, volatile things. Temporary.

Mm, that does sound appealing.

I will hold you to that, Sister Bluesette. And I do hope that day is near, as I would love to enjoy a moment so simple without that pain in my side.

Oh, how... charming. I cannot say I have been well acquainted with someone who falls under all of those descriptors.

But that is... hm.

And you said this is your... boyfriend. And you had gone on a... date.

Hm.

...

The... ghoul? Or is there some mortal on these grounds with a surname named after a weather phenomenon?

Or was that auto correct...?

Pardon me?

No, I did not mean- I did not mean /that/ gay. It was an observation of your... eerily jovial nature. Not of your... extra-cirriuclar enjoyments.

Though I had no idea you were in any form of relationship, Bishop. How interesting.

Hm. Hello, Bishop Jesse.

It is... a pleasure. To see you here.

I am well, as to be expected. Always fine. Always. And you? I assume all is well on your end, seeing as you seem so chipper and gay this evening.

Hmph.

A fool tends to weeds and bushes there, and seeing her sours my mood. But that is neither here nor there.

Mm, perhaps one day, when I am not drowning in paperwork that is below my station, I will grace you with my more... intimate sermons. It has been far too long.

But yes, I have. I tend to steer clear.

Fine, fine!

Take it.

Do with it what you will, just... keep it far from me. And tell me of the culprit /when/ you find them. Not 'if'.

I regret making this missive known to the wider audience.

Perhaps I shall just burn it and scrub it from my memory.

Then perhaps they are an admirer of yours, because I am beyond having someone fawn after me so.

Especially if they take note of something so intimate.

Mm.

I will find out what it /does/ go against, and I will make sure it is dealt with appropriately.

Not the broader rules, no, but... surely some small, fine print.

Thank you, Papa. I will keep this in mind going forward with my... investigation.

What we consider "art" is vastly different, I see.

This is not art, this is some... insulting caricature of me that was meant to disrespect and insult.

Are you not insulted?

"Fujoshing"? Is that the term here?

And no, they are most certainly in plenty of trouble. This cannot go without punishment: if we let them off with a warning, they will simply do it again.

...

Humorous...?

... Oh- yes, of course. Potentially, of course! I, personally, do not see any humour in such a thing, but... you are much more well-versed in cruelty and whatnot than I. Which I respect deeply.

It seems I have much to learn, still.

Suor Lilliam, I am /very/ interested in this missive, despite my distate for it. I will find out who had sent it, and then?

Then, you and I will have a little... discussion. One of great importance, for both of us.

Pardon me?

I would be insulted by that comment if I thought highly of you in any way, shape or form, but I do not. I am just disappointed.

Oh- I do so agree!

Cruel and twisted, and not in the ways that obey respect.

Nor do I.

I am repulsed, I am insulted, and most importantly, I do not look like that.

No. The IRS did not "catch up with me".

Only fools get caught in their schemes. I am better than papertrails.

I would like to have a talk with whoever drafted such depraved sketches, and why it was filed under my "IMPORTANT" files.

Unfortunate correspondence has arrived at my office this morning.

No, I do not mean that.

Though I suppose I... recind my previous pity. I feel no sorrow for your body. Treat it like a garbage disposal if you wish. Just do not let that get in the way of your duties.

Mhm.

Well.

I... should be going, now. Doing. Things. That are much more important than... this. Far more important, in fact.

Goodbye. Do not speak to me for the rest of this evening, lest I develop a migraine.

Wow.

It is my fault for continuing this conversation, truly.