First Concert [Voice]

[beatofthesoul]

Free gingerbread and hot chocolate seemed pretty cool at first, but...

[The crash. It has arrived.]

I don't think I can take any more. And smelling like a vanilla cupcake is definitely not cool.

[Soul sighs.]

Maka, I'm gonna lay down on the floor with a blanket, since my bed is still some marshmallow monstrosity.

Comments

[resonancy]

I might have to join you there. I mean, there's soft, and then there's too soft.

[beatofthesoul]

Yeah, it's impossible to get up out of the thing. And it's almost suffocating.

[resonancy]

And we don't need you actually suffocating either. Are the blankets even normal anymore?

[beatofthesoul]

I kinda like breathing.

Not all of them. But the ones that are normal aren't exactly the warmest.

How long until Spring again?

[resonancy]

Not soon enough.

[beatofthesoul]

...What're the chances of fighting off man-eating flowers when it does come?

[resonancy]

Probably pretty likely. Usually it's just the scarecrows, but in the past couple of months it seems like everything is trying to attack us now. I don't know what's with this place anymore...

[beatofthesoul]

Guess I should be glad that things are just weird instead of weird and dangerous. Then again, it's not like we're not used to that.

[resonancy]

Might as well knock on wood, since it has been before.

[beatofthesoul]

There's not any. It's all graham crackers now.

[resonancy]

Fortunately, but after this I don't think I want to look at dessert for a long while.