.....

[nearthetop]

...I've become invisible.

No one can see me. No one can notice me. People's eyes just gloss over me now, as if I blend in with the wall. No one notices, no one cares. I'm invisible.

Actually... except for the whole not-seeing-myself-in-the-mirror part...

Life is much the same.

Comments

[nproudofit]

Poor emo boy. Ya know what you should do? Go freak out psycho-boy! Or Mello. Whatever you wanna call him.

[nearthetop]

I wasn't lamenting the fact. I was just commenting on it. I'd rather go somewhere else and find a toy.

[nproudofit]

...like what?

[nearthetop]

Like a rock. Or a paper airplane. Or a deck of cards.

[nproudofit]

...you know how to play poker?

[nearthetop]

...yes.

[nproudofit]

Cool. Play you sometime then whenever this dies down?

[nearthetop]

*grins a bit, unseen* sure. For what stakes...?

[nproudofit]

Heh. What've you got?

[nearthetop]

You lose, you pants Mello in full sight of everyone here. Set your term for me.

[nproudofit]

...heh. Tempting.

You lose, you gotta make that Mokona thing Mello's made out of cake. Makes no sense but wait til you see what'll happen.

[nproudofit]

[[* Mokona thing think Mello's (etc.) AND. Bikky cheats. Just to let you know.]]