The number 249 is not divisible by 2

[onlyanapple]

[There's the sound of pages turning, not from the main journal, but from one a short distance from this open one. Crowley has to wonder how many residents still even HAVE an old journal. Not many, he bets. Really, it doesn't bother him as much as he should, his newly found factoid. The passing of time is of little consequence to him. Still, it should probably be said, so after a moment, he deigns to speak]

It managed to pass me completely by, but I've passed the five year mark, living here now. Small change, really, but still something. [A few more pages turning] I think I'm the longest serving resident here, now.

...Thought I'd at least get a little trophy for that. Perhaps a commemorative plate. But nothing. Way to be cheap, Paradisa.

Comments

/pats

[onlyanapple]

Hmmmm.

[He could take advantage of this. He really could]

It would be terribly wrong of me not to help my fellow residents out.

just gonna spam this icon okok

[samson]

See? It's your duty or something.

yes very good

[onlyanapple]

And I really shouldn't shirk something as important as duty.

[samson]

There you go. I knew you'd come around.

[onlyanapple]

Eventually, anyway.

[samson]

Well, better late than never.

[onlyanapple]

Words to live by, there.