( on possibly apping to hollyheights )

[badplan]

You really have no idea what you're doing, do you?

... Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll take care of it, alright? I was gonna get out-- eventually, anyway. Stop fighting it and let me do my thing.

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[badfall]

Something like that.

( brighter, there's nothing trying to dig it's claws into them, nothing to attack or kill or maim tear apart rip to shreds. it's not the same as down there, it's the opposite. no one to order them around make them do what they don't want, no threat of being disposed.

not that heine's been able to see just yet, at least. but he's been looking. always looking for the loophole because it's too good. there's always a catch. )

People disappear, get sent somewhere else. Lily and Giovanni haven't, yet. I haven't seen Lott or anyone else. But it is outside. Even if it's just a bigger cage. A brighter one. I can't complain, in comparison.

[badplan]

[ he wants to say that Lott'll get out soon too, he's someone that can handle himself well, but all thoughts focus on that small yet significant detail of people disappearing. a nightmare personified.

silence. what were they talking about?

... the outside, right. it would just have to be something to look out for. ]

Then it's settled! I'll get there and you can show me around all the things you do like, and if I vomit and you laugh at me I get to cut your bangs.

[badfall]

Since when was my hair part of this? I don't remember offering you my bangs.

[badfall]

But alright. And if you fall flat on your face when you wake up, I get to cut yours.

[badplan]

Whoa, whoa, mine's shorter! Pick something else.

[badfall]

Maybe I'll cut it all off. You don't need hair.

[badplan]

I guess not, huh? You wont need yours either so we're even.

[badfall]

I burn easily. You'll be fine without it.

Maybe.

[badplan]

'Maybe', he says! Alright, move off the hair before I need to start sleeping with my eyes open.

[badfall]

Lily named a puppy after you. A real one. The kind on four legs with fur.

There's pizza to eat. It's cheesy? And warm. The food will make you sick for a while, but your system will get used to it.

And the Dogs are silent. Like they were never even there.

[badplan]

A real puppy. Is it soft? What kind of sounds does it make? With a name like Arthur, I bet it's a great one.

[ puppies and pizza and silence, oh my! ]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were describing a dream.

[badfall]

Yeah, it's too good. Too much like a dream. Feels like it's all going to fall apart any minute.

"Woof". He's fluffy enough.

[badplan]

[ --hehehehe ] What was the sound, again?

[badfall]

I'm not doing it again, Arthur.

[badplan]

C'mon, just one more! I bet it'll help me find you.

[badfall]

I don't need you to find me.

[badplan]

Harsh.

[badfall]

You'll have to earn it, to get me to do that again.