The ceiling's low, the walls are thin.

[meteorspark]

Okay, so. Y'know. I'm cool and also my new goal in life is to get Famine to not hate me anymore.

And thus...

SPAM ME. PLEASE.

Typists, puppets, whoever, whatever. I don't really care. Just do it.

Comments

[history_in_dust]

Um. Hello. Miss Heathre said that I was supposed to "spam" you. Um. How are you?

[meteorspark]

Ooh. *beam* Hello, Timothy. I'm... actually, I'm pretty happy right now. Maja came home.

[history_in_dust]

Oh. Well, that's good. Miss Heathre seems very happy about that, too. Um. That means D--Famine's home, too, right?

[meteorspark]

Yes, it's very good! *bounces* And yup, he is. Although he doesn't really like me. But. Not the point.

[history_in_dust]

Oh. Um. Why doesn't he like you?

[meteorspark]

...it probably has something to do with my massive crush on him.

[history_in_dust]

.........oh.

[meteorspark]

...yes. Er. *sheepish smile* And yes, that's... probably why he doesn't... really... like me. Right.

[history_in_dust]

Um. ...okay. I suppose...that makes sense. *confused now, hi, because people are crushing on Da and what?*

[meteorspark]

...yup. I mean... yeah. I can't really help it. It's... er. How old are you again? *...wah. poor Timothy.*

[history_in_dust]

*fidget* Twelve. Until October.

[meteorspark]

...Oh. Well. ...see, Famine's -- ...really hot? Er.

[history_in_dust]

Um. .......oh.

[meteorspark]

*...flails* I'm sorry.

[history_in_dust]

*tries not to flail back...and fails* It's...um... It's okay.

[meteorspark]

*guilty flailage* Right. Um. Cookies?