No, it would just make it harder to make innuendo out of it.
Make it harder. Harf harf harf!
Does "needs to get laid" need any more innuendo?
Baskerville: There's always room for- CHOCOLATE!
Weft: *plonks stuff down* They were giving away soft biscuits. Someone eat them, I can't.
Baskerville: Can you take the lid off for me - thanks. *buries muzzle in paper cup*
Weft: *opens bottle of water* ...what? Did I miss something?
Nothing important. Daaren and I were just talking about an old common... friend, whom you almost certainly would dislike even more than people in general.
Have you got distracted yet and moved onto another victim, does that mean?
I was thinking. The one with wings - whatever his name is, he had a vampire cape and cheap shoes... He looked lonely, and in a sad way this time, not a solitary-by-necessity way. *glower* You should go and terrorise help him, Nico.
Oh Weft. You are the matchmaker expert here.
I was just kidding. Sorry.
(Question for the local grammar wiz: Isn't there a difference between "move on to" and "move onto"?)
I was also just kidding when I threatened to kill you when you weren't here. *brightish smile*
Matchmaker... I'm really more of a surveillance tool, and minorly infiltrations and investigations. I guess the skills might translate...
Suitov: The trouble is: do you like anyone enough to care?
Weft: Yes, that is the trouble.
(Mutt: The grammar finnwiz will know for sure, but yes, I think you're right and Weft's dumb typist was typing carelessly. *coughs and shifts uneasily* On the bright side, Baskerville and Ishtar have plenty of innuendo material with the preposition.)
That's all good, then. ^_^
*gives back Weft's knife*
You know, this whole matchmaking thing. It doesn't mean they also have to have magical RP babies who grow into magical adults in a week (as perfectly satirised by EOI), does it?
No-one HAS to do anything...
I'm glad to hear that.
No, seriously. What? I don't like babies!
Weft: I'm glad to hear that. Anyway, surely NOBODY likes babies? They're defenceless, annoying necessities.
*glares* I do.
You do? *appraising look* ...And just to be clear, we're not talking about for sacrificing or eating raw?
...we're not.
...
Weft... You have strange customs where you come from.
What are you talking about? *blinks*
What, you say they don't sacrifice or eat babies where you're from after all? Where did you get the idea, then?
...
Yes, pray tell.
I wanted to be sure, that's all. *annoying smirk*
Yes, I can see you are a man who needs to be reassured about the most obvious things.