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[beeurfriend]

[in the center of camp on the hard, dirty floor sits an emogoth poster boy, huddled before his laptop. every once in a while, he clicks play]

[ooc | GUESS WHO PASSED OUT AT THE LAPTOP I'll be picking up later, thanks for playing! ETA2 back! ]

Comments

[gonwiththewind]

Isn't this too pathetic?

[beeurfriend]

Shouldn't you know better than to say that?

[gonwiththewind]

It's not even real.

[beeurfriend]

Sure is. There's nothing crueller than reality.

[gonwiththewind]

[:\]

[beeurfriend]

[:(]

[gonwiththewind]

*dang you suck*

[beeurfriend]

[one of these days I will find a reason to kidnap you again]

[gonwiththewind]

*I was already kidnapped by someone else, you suck at that too*

Is that all you're going to do?

[beeurfriend]

I don't have anything to do but to let darkness seep into me further.

[gonwiththewind]

So you really aren't doing anything.

[beeurfriend]

[... duh]

[gonwiththewind]

*sigh*

[beeurfriend]

Don't you have some flowers to help bloom or something fashionable like that?

[gonwiththewind]

How am I supposed to make that happen?

[beeurfriend]

I thought that's what make up artists do.