eyeing the boxrizon

[wisper]

Wow, that's an awful lot of writing for one day, and it isn't even November. I'm impressed; things have really fallen into place. It -- you know. It looks right. Actually -- is this where I say thank you? Thank you.

I'm, uh -- actually gonna withhold my opinion on this place you've been eyeing. I'm aware that I can't change your mind, though I'm not sure how much I'd want you to, anyway. It does look... interesting, I'll say that much. It's a change of pace. It's -- ah. Like I said. We'll see. [ Not nervous. At all. What. ]

Hey, why don't you take a break for the evening? You have plenty of time. Enjoy the last twenty-four hours of 2013, or -- wish it good riddance, whatever works for you. I think I might actually hunt down something to do, this year. Why not, right?

Happy New Year,
F

Comments

[wisper]

I don't think branching parallel really counts as erasing, though.

[onteamdyson]

YEAH, IT DOES! I'M NOT THERE! Boom. All the awesome is gone now. It was me.

[wisper]

You don't think you might be? Alternate universes are funny that way. I might still run into you yet.

[onteamdyson]

Whatever. [Now she's pouting, Finn, look what you did.] It's not like I even care. It was one event in a shitty childhood full of other events.

[Sniff.] You better.

[wisper]

Heh -- at this point, I really don't think I could avoid it if I wanted to.

Um. Thanks for... making me go to that party, by the way. The real one, not that, ah -- summer thing. It was actually nice.

[onteamdyson]

[INSTANTLY perks up.] It was nice and obvi you should just trust my judgement for the rest of ever because I just know better. Also we should never mention the summer thing ever again. Because of reasons.

[wisper]

Forgotten it already. The only Yule I can remember is one with very ugly sweaters, some of the oldest wine I've seen in years, and no one kicking me outside at midnight.

[onteamdyson]

HEY! That sweater was gorgeous, how dare you! You looked so cuddly and warm like a little hat-wearing munchkin, so cute, come here, let me pinch your widdle cheeks-- [Don't move, Finn. That cheek is getting squished.]

[wisper]

[ AaaaaaAAAAHHHH o_< Overdamatically: ] Ow!