twenty two :: written/dicktated

[i_got_this]

[South's been having a hard time dealing with the loss of a chunk of friends lately, and even after York, Tucker, and Church posed an intervention she was still finding ways of getting into trouble.]

[And then there was this.]

[Prompted by a discussion with Lucrezia about smiley faces, South felt it was on her shoulders to teach the other woman about proper doodling.]

Good Morning Castle Wonderfuck! I gotta gift for you! Enjoy!

Comments

[footnote]

May I ask why on earth you feel you must draw such things for the public to see?

[silentrunning]

Of course.

Because it's important for people to know about these things. I didn't know what any of this was when I got here...

Besides, they're fun to draw.

[Yup. Those sure are a pair of breasts she just drew for you.]

[footnote]

Miss, I must ask you to keep those drawings to yourself. Young children may be watching, and I don't think it's quite your place to educate them on these manners.

[silentrunning]

[She just laughs at you.]

Ok ok.

Filtered to the stuffed shirt virgin.

Is that better? [She draws in another set, where only you can see them.]

[footnote]

[He simply blinks at the journal in surprise, before sighing softly.]

I rather think this conversation is at an end.

[silentrunning]

[She just laughs and lets you go without more torture, I mean penile drawings. But she does draw one more thing if the journal's still open. It's a rose. A deep red rose. Nothing dirty. Nothing body part related. Just a rose.]

Is that any better?

[It's finally sunk in that drawings of penises miiight make him nervous, and she wanted to apologize for that, at least.]

[footnote]

[Alas, Aziraphale had closed the journal after informing her that the conversation was over, rather afraid she might retaliate with further crude drawings.]