only bcuz u asked nicely in th at funny squeak voice like ur balls never dropped will never drop. and bcuz im sorry u have hormone problems ;( i hope u get 2 have puberty someday, mattie
[ Since Matthew obviously isn't picking up, Dorian leaves a message. ]
So I was at your office today and everybody wants to know where you are. I don't know how you've charmed them all so throughly but even after Gansey calling and telling them you're sick, you're still the office darling and everybody still wants to know how you're doing—and since they know you know me, that means I was annoyed for about half an hour with "how's Matthew doing."
[ the world's huffiest sigh!!! ] At least give them a call so I'm not annoyed again.
[ Well hopefully they didn't keep annoying Dorian over the next three days because that's how long it takes Matthew to reply! And even then, he doesn't even call back; Dorian just gets this short series of hasty texts. ]
[ He still doesn't believe it...but alright, if Ronan doesn't lie, then that's probably the reason why Matthew's such a shitty liar to begin with. And there's undoubtedly no way that Gansey or Adam taught the boy to lie, that isn't something friends teach their friend's younger brother. Do parents teach children to lie? Dorian doesn't know and he doesn't remember. If they do, well the Lynch family obviously failed at THAT.
So, he's come to the conclusion it's entirely possible that nobody taught this child how to lie.
That honestly explains a lot. ]
A piece of useful life advice: the best lies always contain as much truth as possible, but with a few key details changed. If you asked me what I was doing last night and I said I spent the night volunteering at a soup kitchen, you wouldn't believe that in a heartbeat. If I said that I spent most of last night at the bar, then that's expected of me, even though it's an utter lie.
Another piece of advice: if someone else can pierce a hole in your lie, don't include them in the story. Again, ask me what I was doing last night, I might say that I spent the night with my dear friend Elsa Brandt. Believable? Yes. But all it takes is you casually asking Elsa about last night for that lie to collapse.
Now, do try to be better this time: what happened?
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