dear_mun | (no subject)

Probably. I just get tired of people being weirdly PA about it, personally.

Wow, everyone showed up. Well, all right, not everyone. That one guy with the red hair would have to be here, for it to qualify as "everyone."

I've only ever spoken to you once or twice before, but I'm sure you've seen that I'm "weirdly PA" about most things.

[Kiss, kiss, Chrissy, you shouldn't call up ghosts like that.]

Colour me just as surprised as I was to see the others.

Which is to say, not at all.

Mm, there's the warm welcome I wanted. My gloves against your well-honed scowl says you know exactly what you're getting into when you leave message like that, though.

Hell no, the world needs another ten pignosed babyfaces with weird teeth, in order to function. Nobody else can cakeface like you, though. So they don't completely look like you.

How've you been, dude?

That would bring the body count up to...fourteen? No. That's unnecessary.

I'm all right. Feel kind of like I'm floating in nothingness, but that isn't as bad as it sounds. How's your game?

No novel-overseeing? The game's good. I was iffy on it for a little while, but it looks like shit's evened out a bit.

He hasn't started, yet. He keeps writing two lines at a time, on these sheets of paper from work. Not even two consecutive lines, or lines from the same story. This is why I didn't want to help. He's actually like one of those unmanageable pretentious artist types, who just drink and yell all the time, instead of getting any work done.

I hear you have approximately twelve girlfriends.

It'll come eventually. The ideas are there, right? They just need to hit the right fuse.

I have approximately zero girlfriends. Someone at the rumour mill needs a headslap.

Somewhere, but he has no attention span, either.

Twelve was a severe exaggeration. I did hear them discussing one girl, though.

He'll do it. I think we both know of a couple people who'll threaten him until he does.

Yeah, one who's practically married and probably not actually interested.

I hope he does, so that I have an actual job to advise on.

What does "practically married" mean?

It means she had a boyfriend who died before she was taken there, and now that boyfriend is in the city, alive, and they're all over each other. Not that that's a bad thing. Just. I know I wouldn't ditch in a situation like that.

No. It makes me feel like I just have a yard full of piggles. I've always wanted a yard full of piggles.

You could have a real yard full of teacup pigs, you know.

Or rather, a yard full of real pigs.

Or I could have a yard full of pigglestophers and piglens.

There's only one of each of us. Fortunately.

Okay, fine, a yard of fakestophers and fakelens.

I can't decide if that sounds like you're going to clone us, or build us out of papier-mache.

It sounds like what it is: a yard full of all the piggles that aren't you and Galen.

Most of them are awful. You know that.

Christopher, if I don't love the awful things, who will? (And don't either you or J say Courtney.)

Some awful things are not worth loving.

You don't have to make cakeface over it, gosh.

It deserves the face.

Your face deserves a face.