~*02 - Moving In*~

[cofrostbritches]

I don't understand why I'm supposed to update this confounded electronic journal thing BUT THAT GIANT HAND SUGGESTED I DO SO, SO HERE WE ARE.

I've moved into my new dorm. It's right next door to NELL. WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE. What a pleasant surprise! How nice to have the leaders of the Orange Star and Blue Moon armies bunking next to each

Comments

[snarksterpilot]

You're kinda creepy and loud, old man. 8

[cofrostbritches]

And you're an insolent WHELP who doesn't know how to SPEAK TO HIS ELDERS.

PLEASURE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.

[snarksterpilot]

Pfft, WHAT. I'm not a whelp! And I don't need to be nice just because you've just wrinkles under your eyes or something either.

You too, Mister Long-tooth-whats-your-name. 8| The name's Nester. Nester the Great. REMEMBER THAT! *totally trying to look intimidating but failing*

[cofrostbritches]

Were I your legal guardian I'd recommend BOOT CAMP to squelch down this REBELLIOUS, ANARCHIST STREAK you seem to have.

SADLY THAT HAPPY POWER DOES NOT REST IN MY HANDS.

I'll kindly be sending a letter to whoever does on your behalf.

[snarksterpilot]

... BOOT CAMP? Geez, you've gotta be kidding me. I'm glad you're not MY grandpa! You're too OLD to be my dad.

. . . uh... I don't have any parents or guardians in Micro-Seattle. No way. Nuh-uh. *LYING SO BAD, he does not like the sound of boot camp*

[cofrostbritches]

I never kid.

((I am so sorry that Olaf is such a giant ass but, well... HE'S OLAF.))

[snarksterpilot]

*Meanwhile, Nester just icons at him like mad and facepalms behind the monitor.*

((No need to be sorry, for this made my day. Gggaaaaahh Olaf, you are hilarious. XD <3))