XLVIII

[wilder]

[Hi Paradisa, have the sound of a pen tapping against the journal]

[Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap-]

[Finally the sound stops and there's a melodramatic defeatist groan]

Ugh! Fine I give up!

Hey Paradisa! How are you all?

Tell me, what's a good way to kill a lot of time without going crazy? And please, nothing about reading, training or playing in the snow.

Thank you! ♥

Comments

Mark

[wilder]

You're young, you're in love, you're insecure and I got a rep?

It's cool, I've heard worse.

Zelos

[hard_talker]

... [he's about to say that he's not insecure, but well - something about the way Zelos just brushes him off like that pisses him off more]

Geez. Okay, Kettle. Well, the pot's gonna be over here minding his own fucking business. Sorry I tried to make you laugh.

Mark

[wilder]

Huh?

[Meanwhile Zelos, being his emotionally stunted self, is just effing confused. In his eyes he wasn't brushing him off so much as just showing he wasn't upset or had his feelings hurt by, well, any of this. Even the sarcastic jab hadn't shown any hurt feelings as just 'dude relax i know you got a girlfriend']

What do pots and kettles have to do with anything?