So my cousin is in jail and my great aunt is safe in our house. The L’burg police got their excitement for the week, and this country needs to ban firearms.
In case you’re wondering why I’m not on tonight. Everything is okay now, so no need to stress, but Jesus.
G’night, folks. Much love!
Dean: then I’m going to come up and you know how that’ll end.
Amos: *weighs the consequences of Dean falling to his death sliding off a branch in those stupid dress shoes and climbs down the tree, muttering in a fae language*
did he climb a tree to fucking pose in it, you’re not pocahontas buddy
To put things in perspective, this is the same man who covered himself in body paint and sings about how electronic home organs will eventually be outmoded but eat our souls and corrupt family values, puts his face on weird stilt apocalypse robots for music videos, and classifies his music as “electric neurotica.” Am I marginally enamored with him because he’s absolutely bonkers? Yes.
Shiloh: Get down from there.
All of this appearing under the name “unarmed killer” might account for some of his nervousness, to be honest. Also, said killer is now on Suvi’s crushlist.
/puts the swan maiden on the roof out of reach of short, stubby, unarmed hands
Amos’ new tagline is going to be “that fucking interfering hobo.” Perf.
He’s also completely befuddled by all the people who’ve taken a liking to him. Acceptance? What? People? /climbs a tree
man you haven’t even seen Mal and Tybalt yet and u know what’s up
Honey, I’ve known what’s up since the first Quinn/Jamie, Louis/Tahno, Eddie/Damien, Edan/Richie, Nero/Trevor, Cian/Ellie, etc squabble fests. It always ends in kissing.
I forgot the Gregor/Ed crown jewel.
The day when an eligible pair of your young, male (or otherwise) characters fight and do not end up in a relationship is the day I will know something is wrong with the universe.
'Kenzie just shakes his head. A lot.
'Kenzie, please discourage her. She is terrible.
Moineau, I am so sorry about her. She’d never actually say anything like that while you were around. She’ll probably just giggle quietly if you ever talk about Charles. But. You are one half of a Rice pair who bicker. Your fate was sealed from the beginning.
Meanwhile, Suvi makes bets with ‘Kenzie about when the Odd Couple will rage kiss.
Suvi, do you have no shame?
"Nope" -beams prettily and hums ‘Loathing’ to herself-