VIII

[icyacademics]

[Vexen is holding one of Aerith's missing head posters, as it was stuck to the door outside his house.

He doesn't look particularly convinced, for some reason.]

...Headless.

Comments

[forgenotgred]

[Have a headless Fred stumble past you, moaning woefully and flailing.]

[icyacademics]

[Vexen backs up for a second before giving you a hard look.]

Can I help you?

[forgenotgred]

WwwWwhEeeEeRrRReEee IiIiSssSSssss myyyYyy HEaaAaaAAADDDDd?

[icyacademics]

It's doubtful you would have made use of it even if it was attached to your shoulders. [This defies anatomy, thanks.]

[forgenotgred]

[Hi Vexen SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS NOW] I NeEeEEEeeED MyyYYYy HeaAAAADdddDD!

[1/2]

[icyacademics]

[ffffff]

[icyacademics]

[And suddenly the room is very, very cold.]

Hardly.

[forgenotgred]

[feelin' up ur head lolz]

I do believe you'd stolen my head!

[icyacademics]

[Grabs your wrist in an attempt to gtfo your hand. Have a very icy glare.]

Doubtful, unless you can offer an explanation as to how you 'lost' your head in the beginning.

[forgenotgred]

[RAPERAPERAPERAPERA-- I mean. Wiggles his arm. Yes.]

Don't go stealing my arm now, would you! I need all the limbs I can keep!

[icyacademics]

[B|] I see no reason why I would have a vested interest in stealing limbs. [As he secretly contemplates the many experimental uses of-- I mean.]

[forgenotgred]

[Pervert.] You've got my 'ead! Got to be some reasoning, there has!

[icyacademics]

And just what gave you the idea that it was your head. [Unamused Vexen is unamused.]

[forgenotgred]

It feels soft-like and colourful, just like mine.

[icyacademics]

I see.

[forgenotgred]

Right, so- I'll be having it back now, if you please.