five :: journal

[i_got_this]

Filtered away from York and anyone that might tip him off

So hey, you guys know York. I knew him as youngish-not-much-older-than-me York. I just found out he's freaking 40, as in ancient-old-man York. And no one threw him a party. For anyone not from my universe, this is the kind of situation that calls for an Over The Hill party. That means a lot of black, a lot of tombstones, [Right, South, like that won't totally be in bad taste] and old man gifts, like canes and hemorrhoid cream.

So, who's with me?

[South's chilling in the lobby while she's waiting for replies, lounging in a chair with her boots up on a coffee table, helmet just beside. Bother the ornery Freelancer?]

Comments

dictated

[midget]

Forty isn't that old.

dicated forever!

[i_got_this]

Of course it's old.

[midget]

It's really not. It's still pretty young.

[i_got_this]

Compared to a hundred and twenty year old, maybe. Compared to the York I knew, it's old.

[midget]

I wish I was still a hundred and twenty...

[i_got_this]

[A slight pause because, yeah, this chick doesn't sound old. But hey, magic castle.]

[Flatly,] You want me to throw you a party, too?