Log Twelve

[desig_survivor]

This again, huh?

Well, I'm seventeen this time too.  So if someone needs help, I can give it.

And the Wilderness changed.  Again.  That was quick.

-Rogue/Roat

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[mischiefmatched]

Puberty's a bitch, innit?

Almost makes me glad I'd forgotten it.

[wtk_is_wedge]

I hate it.

But this time I know what it does to my brain, so I'm not doing anything stupid.

[mischiefmatched]

Lucky you.

It's a real pain, not being in control of yourself the way you should be.

[wtk_is_wedge]

I'm not really in the "child's body is becoming adult" stage, I'm more in the "child's body is adult, child's mind is not, also HORMONES" thing. So it's - thoughts, emotions, and I'm always hungry.

Always.

[mischiefmatched]

God, no kidding. I feel like I'm about to eat myself out of house and home.

Problems with long, scrawny limbs going every-bloody-where?

[wtk_is_wedge]

Last time I got Dyad to cook for me - I can't sithspit cook, my roommate can't cook, and a lot of the stalls were closed, but I didn't want the cafeteria. And now he's too small for that.

Not really. I'm barely shorter than usual, I've lost weight, my hands and feet look a little smaller, but otherwise I'm pretty much the same size.

I could probably still fly, but the stables are closed.

[mischiefmatched]

There's always sandwiches?

Hn, could be worse, I guess.

The stables are usually where you go for entertainment, huh? Maybe it's a cue to branch out.

[wtk_is_wedge]

Good idea.

I'll just explore a little more, I guess.

[mischiefmatched]

The non-cook's best friend.

Sounds like a plan.