1st ♥ [Written | Action]
Dearest diary,
It would seem that someone in the upper management has a sense of humor. A terrible one, yes, but a sense of humor. Rather than put me on probation, they've sent me away for a bit of a holiday. I suppose I should be thankful. If Will were in charge, he would have reaped my pretty head and put it on a platter. Never could switch off from the job, that one. Such a shame.
I wonder how long I shall be kept here in limbo before I have a proper hearing. I also wonder why they gave me a diary of all things. And took my clothes. It's indecent to leave a lady out here without the proper attire. I could freeze to death! Or get split ends from the cold! Imagine that, diary. Me with bad hair. Oh, perish the thou--
[The writing abruptly stops and devolves into scribbles.]
[Action]
[The reason for that? He realized he had wings and freaked out. So, have a freaking out "lady" wearing the men's cotton pants at the edge of the forest.]
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! WILL! If this is your fault, you can forget about me ever trying to date you again! WILLIAM! WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHY CAN'T I GET OUT OF HERE?! WILL! ANSWER ME!
It would seem that someone in the upper management has a sense of humor. A terrible one, yes, but a sense of humor. Rather than put me on probation, they've sent me away for a bit of a holiday. I suppose I should be thankful. If Will were in charge, he would have reaped my pretty head and put it on a platter. Never could switch off from the job, that one. Such a shame.
I wonder how long I shall be kept here in limbo before I have a proper hearing. I also wonder why they gave me a diary of all things. And took my clothes. It's indecent to leave a lady out here without the proper attire. I could freeze to death! Or get split ends from the cold! Imagine that, diary. Me with bad hair. Oh, perish the thou--
[The writing abruptly stops and devolves into scribbles.]
[Action]
[The reason for that? He realized he had wings and freaked out. So, have a freaking out "lady" wearing the men's cotton pants at the edge of the forest.]
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! WILL! If this is your fault, you can forget about me ever trying to date you again! WILLIAM! WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHY CAN'T I GET OUT OF HERE?! WILL! ANSWER ME!