hoo3. [voice]

[hyacintillating]

I know this is no consolation to anyone but me but I found a bedroom. So I'm going to have a lie-down now.

I'm. Exhausted.

[The reason Hyacinthus is exhausted will not be pried out of him any time soon but the most recent room he encountered contained disco balls and lithe young men in leather pants.]

Comments

[cursed_vision]

Tell me later.

[voice]

[hyacintillating]

Y'couldn't pay me enough 'cept maybe if you pay me in Mojitos.

[cursed_vision]

I think I could arrange that.

[voice]

[hyacintillating]

Y're wicked. I like it. Still on Mars?

[cursed_vision]

Found a door~

[voice]

[hyacintillating]

's it another planet?

Re: [voice]

[cursed_vision]

Nah, I can breathe here.

[voice]

[hyacintillating]

Breathing's good, tot'lly.

[cursed_vision]

Go sleep.