015 || Of Dirt, Dust and Ink

[crimsonmischief]

[There's a couple of dirt smudges that accompany the messy scrawl that finally appears across the journals after a long bout of ink silence.]

Ah, my apologies for forgetting about my journal for such a long time! It seems to have gotten buried and then lost underneath all the things I've accumulated over the past month or so...

[Someone's been

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[felinemystique]

No, not really.

[crimsonmischief]

I'm hurt, Bastet-san... Mortally wounded!

[Course, Bastet's probably had to deal with him almost everyday now, so hey.]

[felinemystique]

You're rather talkative for a dying man.

[Exactly. XD]

[crimsonmischief]

Well, dying speeches are quite long sometimes!

[In movies, Crimson.]

But I do believe I'm done~!

[With the cavern, that is.]

[felinemystique]

You'd think they'd be more succinct, considering the time constraints.

Oh? Well, that's a relief. It was all getting to be a bit much.

[crimsonmischief]

Care to judge it for yourself~?

[felinemystique]

So now you want a personal inspection? When did you get so needy?

[crimsonmischief]

Merely wanted to give you the first look, but if you're not interested...