Twenty-third Run - Really... Seriously?

[speeding]

Dear Fishbowl,

No. I am not on a boat. Nor does the dude look like a lady. And, in fact, I'm already king, so there's no need to work on my roar, right?

I understand you must be bored and lonely, without me to write to you every day, but making wax statues of me is creepy and stalkerish. Just so you know.

I'm glad we had this little chat.

Love and all that,

Your Evil Overlord

P.S. Seriously. Creepy.

P.P.S. Cross, we're out of socks. Again.

Comments

[speeding]

Yeah, I gotta hand it to the sphere. Making you emo is kinda hilarious.

Yeah okay, granted. But still. I mean I look good in spandex, but wax statues are probably, uh, creepy by definition. No matter how awesome the subject.

Nah, no worries. Just wanted to let you know. Maybe we should invest in a safe or something.

[crownofsnow.livejournal.com]

I don't find it funny at all but I'm looking at from the side of being picked on.

I don't think I look so good with my own sword through me. I don't think I should bleed that much since its not SUPPOSED to hurt humans either.

He'd pout all day if we did but I'm considering it. Last night was the last straw for me.

[speeding]

Yeah, well, we already knew the tree had a warped sense of humor. Emoboy.

Yeah, I don't ever want to see that, okay? Just, y'know, try not to make it a reality or anything. Warped sense of humor, right?

Yeah, I'll pick up some more socks and see about some sock-protection. The little beggar's gone too far!

[crownofsnow.livejournal.com]

It seems to tell you you're a lady or want to be one. We did know but its really annoying to wake up and deal with that.

I don't want to do it! ...I'll do my best. The sword is supposed to cut the evil out and leave the human behind. It shouldn't hurt me because there's nothing... [A pause as he remembers the thing in his dream and the mysterious writer's words.]

Yeah, there's nothing evil in me.

I laid down for one tiny nap and he decided it was sock munching times! I wonder if we leave snacks out he'll go for those instead?

[speeding]

Yeah, well, obviously it's got crossed wires. I'm all manly. If anyone looks like a lady, it's you, Emokid. But agreed on the annoying.

Yeah... Look, this is why I don't trust mystical weapons and shit. Just... Be careful. That was way disturbing to see.

I dunno, he seems to really like socks. But we could try the snack thing. With the way this household eats, I might need to get another job, too.

[crownofsnow.livejournal.com]

Well Ladydude, I don't look like a lady either! You've seen my exercise, there's nothing ladylike about me.

I hear you I just I still trust it. I can't remember its name but I know it wouldn't hurt me intentionally. ...Not just for you.

I haven't been eating as much of late. [Night terrors, thank you memory of heart being chewed on.]

[speeding]

Ladydude? Oh it's on.

Yeah... Well, I don't. Trust it. But if you do, I'll just watch your back, and it. Yeah I bet it wasn't...

Yeah, and you're going to get skinnier than me if you keep it up.

[crownofsnow.livejournal.com]

It was on when you called me emoboy, Ladydude!

Its better than trusting whatever else is in here. I need to talk to you off journal about a mysterious writer speaking of which.

I'll get skinner than you if I go without food for a day and I'm not joking there. My weapon requires a lot from my body especially now that its back to full power. [Dodging, then pauses.]

Ah, I'll talk to you about why I haven't been eating as much off journal too.

[speeding]

Yeah well, now this shit god serious, Emo Lad.

Yeah... Sounds like off-journal communication's going to be a blast.

Just... have a sandwich or something. We can talk tonight I guess.