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paradisa2013-02-14 10:09 am
theabjectauthor) wrote in paradisa2013-02-14 10:09 am
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Journal the Fifth
[plenty of people have cake for breakfast. it is a sensible, adult decision made in all sorts of societies. ... never mind that those societies generally involve archaic royalty that made poor decisions about how to treat their subjects and act in the name of the greater good: they had CAKE for breakfast and that is the important part.
besides, as long as you have tea with it, just about anything can be breakfast. and that sad little face seemed so fitting, after everything he'd seen recently: all those people losing friends and loved ones ... he couldn't possibly partake of the chocolates, because really, they just reminded him of Beatrice, and even looking at them made him - well. look quite a bit like the cake. so, now that he's had his breakfast, he'll be attempting to go about his day as usual.]
It seems I'm not the only one who received complimentary confits, this morning. I haven't the appetite for the chocolates, but I can tell you from personal experience that the cake was quite pleasant. Now, if you don't mind, I am going for a long, soul-searching, sorrow-filled walk: alone, as I am destined to be for the rest of my horrible days.
[wait. that didn't come out quite right.]
Er.
[he opens the front door of the lobby, journal still in hand, and --]
Quack.
Excuse me.
[and with that, he'll attempt to circumvent the duck standing in the doorway and begin his walk. ... it follows. and while you are totally free to run into him, either here or elsewhere on the grounds, the longer he's out, the more ducks he'll have attracted. ... hoooooboy.]
besides, as long as you have tea with it, just about anything can be breakfast. and that sad little face seemed so fitting, after everything he'd seen recently: all those people losing friends and loved ones ... he couldn't possibly partake of the chocolates, because really, they just reminded him of Beatrice, and even looking at them made him - well. look quite a bit like the cake. so, now that he's had his breakfast, he'll be attempting to go about his day as usual.]
It seems I'm not the only one who received complimentary confits, this morning. I haven't the appetite for the chocolates, but I can tell you from personal experience that the cake was quite pleasant. Now, if you don't mind, I am going for a long, soul-searching, sorrow-filled walk: alone, as I am destined to be for the rest of my horrible days.
[wait. that didn't come out quite right.]
Er.
[he opens the front door of the lobby, journal still in hand, and --]
Quack.
Excuse me.
[and with that, he'll attempt to circumvent the duck standing in the doorway and begin his walk. ... it follows. and while you are totally free to run into him, either here or elsewhere on the grounds, the longer he's out, the more ducks he'll have attracted. ... hoooooboy.]