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[confidente]

Sorry I haven't been around much recently. [ For those who care. ] I had some things I needed to figure out.

So... there's a carnival in town? That's a nice surprise. [ He can't help but sound a little unsure because really, with their luck it is likely to end terribly. Godzilla is likely to attack or something equally ridiculous. ]

I'm half tempted to pig out on fairy floss.

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written;

[workaphilic]

There's no preference to be had. It's all spun sugar, the only difference is the color.

written;

[confidente]

Maybe I just don't like the color blue? Ever thought of that? [ This is not the case, he's just being frustrating. ]

written;

[workaphilic]

[He doesn't answer for a while, just to give John time to picture the face he's making at the journal right now.]

Really, John? You can do better than that.

written;

[confidente]

[ He can picture it and it makes him laugh. ]

Yeah, I'm sorry. That was terrible.

written;

[workaphilic]

[There's a sizable gap before the next response. He may or may not be wandering around still.]

Strip of vendors on the north side with pink.

One in the center has purple.

written;

[confidente]

[ Did he seriously? Hang on, John has to stop himself from laughing. It's hard. ]

...Thanks. I think.