003- In which Gabriel longs for flannel. :c

[painhumbles]

[Gabriel... looks like a douche. Which is putting it mildly, because dear God, there is absolutely nothing in a Victorian wardrobe that doesn't look like crap on him. At the moment, he's sprawled sideways in a really nice Victorian chair, because his room, for some reason, seems to match his wardrobe, including a fireplace, which he almost

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dictated forever~

[merriment]

[ the journal picks up some giggling ]

I will not start on it, then. If I may ask, who is Scrooge?

[painhumbles]

I find the lack of pop culture knowledge in this place disturbing.

[merriment]

Pop culture? I can hardly be blamed, I am not from modern times. The author is not familiar at all.

[painhumbles]

You and everyone else here, sweetheart. And it's not like there's not a library the size of a Third World country in this damn castle. What d'you people do all day?

[merriment]

But I do read, and quite often. The library is my favorite room in the castle! In fact, I will read this book now.

[painhumbles]

Great. I've encouraged a small child to read a book. There goes my solid reputation.