...In bed with a rope

[souba_soul]

"You will meet new and exciting people today."

...In bed with a rope. *smirk*

List your fortune and add 'in bed with a rope'. Makes them suck less. Just a bit.

Comments

[fallenintoruins]

...Sounds masochistic.

[souba_soul]

I'm sure you're intimately familiar with the concept.

[fallenintoruins]

...Oh? How so?

[souba_soul]

You just seem to be that type.

[fallenintoruins]

....Right. And I suppose you're not?

[souba_soul]

No, I'm not like you in that regard.

[fallenintoruins]

For someone with an unhealthy obsession for his mother, I find that hard to believe.

[souba_soul]

...It's not an obsession...

At least I'm not a raging egomaniac that can't even fight.

[fallenintoruins]

... What is it, then? Enlighten me.

Look who's talking. And how would you know? I'm just not like you in that way, flaunting around power like candy is juvenile. You act like a child.

[souba_soul]

Wanting to find someone doesn't make you obsessive. I'm looking for my brothers too.

Heh, juvenile. Right. So you're telling me the adult thing to do is what you do, sit there trying to look pretty?

[fallenintoruins]

... Right, and I suppose your screamings of "KAAASAAAN" late at night are perfectly normal.

.. Are you hitting on me? Make up your mind, even egomaniacs are supposed to be decisive.

[souba_soul]

I don't even come back during the night most of the time, so how the hell did you decide I scream? Hell you flail and attack things when you're out cold.

Why should I hit you with anything aside a blunt object?

[fallenintoruins]

Because, you're obviously a screamer. How do you know such things?

... Whatever it is, I do hope it's clean atleast.

[souba_soul]

Obviously a screamer? Suuuure. It's pretty easy to tell what you do when you're asleep because when I am around I see it. Not the sort of thing you don't notice.

Hn, how about an aluminum baseball bat then?

[fallenintoruins]

Your side-splitting cries at night beg to differ. Pretty hard to sleep after that. Unlike you, I'm not a stalker that spies on his roommate while he's asleep.

Whatever tickles your fancy, mama's boy.

[souba_soul]

I don't sleep well, so I go out and when I get back you're fighting the air, pardon the hell out of me.

...And how about you, bloodhound boy? At least I can't smell people like a dog.