Whine, whine, whine....

[what_fourthwall]

I'm BORED. Go kick the other two, let's DO something! You're IGNORING me, you PROMISED!

There's all these people to bug and you're not DOING anything!

And all that AIM stuff DOESN'T COUNT!

It's not ME, anyway.

Comments

[lamourdanslame]

[He thinks you should just be patient with your Mun! He's sure she cares a lot about you and doesn't want you to be lonely or bored! Everything will be okay!

He offers a friendly chirp, since he... hasn't quite gotten the hang of speaking yet]

[what_fourthwall]

[Do you see this face? This is the pout of an unconvinced Dot]

She should HURRY UP then, it's been WEEKS AND WEEKS.

[Has not, SO]

[lamourdanslame]

[Well, he's had to wait a pretty long time too, but sometimes it can't be helped. Even if your Mun would like things to happen sooner!

He chirps cheerfully. Maybe he can do something to make you feel better, Dot? How about a song?]

[what_fourthwall]

Alone....abandoned...forgotten...traded in...

[Hard to hear you over the sound of her dramatics, sorry]

[lamourdanslame]

[Sigh.
He doubts it. It can't be THAT bad!
His Mun's pretty busy too... In fact he wishes she wouldn't procrastinate so much right now. But she's all excited about his canon right now. Not that he's not happy about that!
Isn't there anything he can do? He hates seeing people upset. He gives a dejected chirp]

[what_fourthwall]

WOE, for not holding attention, for being tossed aside like so much-

[Oh hush, you dismaying poor Francoeur over there

Pause, blink, looks over]

Oh right.

[lamourdanslame]

[It's alright, Dot. He doesn't want you to feel that way!
He smiles. The offer for that cheering up song still stands!]

[getmygoodside]

Promises don't count for squat, kid.

[what_fourthwall]

They should.

[So there.]

[getmygoodside]

The only thing that really counts is chance.

[So nyeh.]

[what_fourthwall]

Where's the snowball?

[ininclntntwrds]

There's that puzzle thing going on right now. The version of me that's in Ink City's a little crazy right now. Maybe you can help him.

[The answer is-]Please stop talking about that number. That Petitus doesn't like it, and neither do I.

lalalalala RPing from the airplane as it taxies to the gate LIKE A BOSS

[a_budget_issue]

You're bored?! You didn't just spend five hours on an airplane in your mun's laptop bag.

Have fuuuuuun~

[what_fourthwall]

No, but I've been sitting on my thumbs for the past couple'a weeks while she pays attention to ANOTHER me, and that's WORSE.

[Don't even, man]

Ran into you and your compatriots before. Thus, even late? Here I am.

[otis_pdriftwood]

[He looks down]

Well isn't this a surprise. Y'know, I bug people all the time. The only people bugging people more work for J.Edgar Hoover.

But I'm way cuter than J.Edgar. You're so cute, however, pretty sure you could be dipped in coffee.

[An aside to the audience]

Always butter them up, folks. You never know when you'll get a tip. [Eyebrow waggle]

Late? FASHIONABLY so!

[what_fourthwall]

If I get dipped in coffee, does that make me hot as well?~

[otis_pdriftwood]

"Unless it's a big cup you'll be about three quarts low."

He does, with some affection, pat her on the head. Call it instinct. Call it that a counterpart somewhere in the multiverse is her brother. Or just call it Grou-erm Otis P.Driftwood.

"Y'know, kiddo, I think you could make it big in show-biz. Or at least in a show. And if that doesn't work you could try for show and tell."

[what_fourthwall]

Yeah, try telling that to THIS writer of mine. Completely ignoring a talent like mine in favor of a ROBOT of all things!

[otis_pdriftwood]

[He's quiet for a moment.]

All right.

[He turns, and taps on the screen]

Hey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you. The one staring in disbelief. Robots aren't any fun at all. Most of the time they can't even do your taxes properly. I will, for a modest commission and a ticket out of town for after.

So get on writing this one. And if that doesn't work for you, well, you can leave this thread in a huff. And if that doesn't work you can leave in a minute and a huff.

[what_fourthwall]

[This mundane is MUCH too used to things railing at the screen to stare in disbelief, THANK you.

And I WILL write her, cryin' out loud, you focus on others for a few weeks and suddenly SWOONING DRAMATICS.]

Then you go and make me HOMELESS again.

[Picky, picky...]