Sep 17, 2011 21:00
[Good evening, Paradisa! Are you enjoying whatever it is you're doing? Well, that's about to be interrupted -- it's time for the journal to do that thing it does, wherein it falls open and picks up in the middle of a conversation.
The two people having a conversation happen to be Brock and Molotov.]
Just show it to me, I am sure it is not that bad.
You can't laugh. It's probably smaller than you're used to.
Brock, I have seen it before, you know.
[Stalling] Well, not up close ...
I would never laugh, Samson.
[SIGH] Alright, fine. Whatever.
[There is a pause.]
Hmmmmmm.
What. What does that mean, 'Hmm'?
[Hesitantly] I suppose... it is not so small...
What, are you kidding? It's tiny compared to my real one. This place sucks.
[Sigh...] Okay, da. It is tiny. But... well, everyone has a loss. I am sure you are not the only man around who lost something like this.
[Brock just grumbles, still feeling defensive and annoyed about the whole thing. It sucks! Everything is horrible.] Well, they probably don't use it as much as I do.
You wouldn't have used it that much here anyway. You barely ever use this little one.
Well ... it's the principle of the thing.
Poor baby. Perhaps you would feel better if you figured out some way to use this one creatively.
[Smirking] Creatively, huh?
Well, I can think of a few things.
[ooc. open over the journal!]
molotov cocktease,
brock samson