in soviet russia, i mean, paradisa, muses control you

[shrugs_a_lot]

Hey, you! Are you listenin'?

Good...

I know you've been having a rough time for the last couple of months, living in your brain and all but... You think I don't know how trying to get over stuff is? I know it can be hard, maybe not right now, but if I could get over what's going to happen, you can too. You gotta remember what Barret said--yeah, the train thing. If you want me to have CR, then make me do something. Stop staring at the screen and write a post or something... Hell, I wouldn't even mind you turning me into a chocobo... (I'm going to regret that... Won't I?)

Let's mos-- ... Fine, I won't say it...

(Muns, srsly...)

Comments

[bustered]

The train thing?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Yep, the train thing. [So descriptive...]

[bustered]

Gonna make me pry for details?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Clears his throat and when he speaks he's trying to imitate a 40 something year old guy that sounds more like a sailor than anything else.]

There ain't no gettin' offa this train we on!

[He's not that good at imitations, we must say.]

[bustered]

[Hey, it makes him laugh; he's easily amused.]

Cute, Spike. Do you do requests?

[shrugs_a_lot]

... What do you have in mind?

[bustered]

[chin in hand; think think think. He was going to say Sephiroth, but...yeah, no.]

Tseng.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Seriously...?

[Hmm... That's a hard one--and he's not exactly better than Sephiroth in his books at the moment either.]

I need a marker first.

[bustered]

[At least he remembers Tseng's name. /troll]

Demanding.

[But, marker yay!]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Where did he get that from?! He was kind of hoping he wouldn't have one... Now he has to draw a dot on his forehead B|...]

There, Tseng. [And shrugs, because we said he wasn't good at it!]

[bustered]

[A boyscout Angeal's student a SOLDIER is always prepared!]

Cheater. [Clearly doesn't mind though.]

[abate]

Interesting. [ and with a quick, teasing quirk of her lips, that's all she's going to say. but she's suppressing a giggle. ]

[shrugs_a_lot]

Huh?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Don't mess with me! Betcha you can't do better than that. [You little prick, you.]

[bustered]

Oh yeah? I can do you. [awkward squat, arms bent and elbows sticking out, head bobbing] Waaaark!

[abate]

[ she clears her throat, taking on what she thinks is a professional tone: ] Pep Talk Time with Cloud; sponsored in part by the Honey Bee Inn.

[ her smile widens before she crosses one arm over her middle and lifts the other to tap her lower lip with the tip of her finger. ] So if your mun does turn you into a chocobo, will you at least be gold?

1/2

[shrugs_a_lot]

[KSGJLSKHALSJF C-covers his mouth--or some serious laughing would come from there.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Baps!]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Scratches the back of his head... Then a all mighty shrug.] Someone has to do the dirty job.

[Hand on chin now, then a little nod.] I think so.

[bustered]

[hjsdaklhdfskjhdfkfhsjkdlfhlsdkfhjslk

but whatever, it was worth it because laughing so goddamn hard]

[shrugs_a_lot]

You're an idiot... [But doesn't sound too accusing, really.]

[abate]

[ hmm. ] Did it work, or is your mun going to keep you hidden away?

And that's appropriate, I think. If you weren't gold, it might be time for another pep talk.

[bustered]

So're you. [flops!]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Staaaaares...]

[shrugs_a_lot]

Only time will tell.

Probably. But I wouldn't worry much.