After Thursday night... THAT NIGHT.

[sue_ur_wok]

Where is a nice place to lay low for awhile?

Like, for instance, after committing completely mortifying acts that would dishonour your ancestors?

I am ashamed.

Comments

[das_vedanya]

Yao~! I'm going to be sending you a bill so you can have my father's boots fixed, okay?
I won't take no for an answer! Kolkolkol!

D:

[sue_ur_wok]

W-what? A BILL?

D<

[das_vedanya]

These boots are not cheap!
They're made of the finest Russian leather and rabbit fur! NOT. CHEAP.
They belonged to my father, too!

D< DOING IT RIGHT BACK

[sue_ur_wok]

Who wears boots like that to a club? Shouldn't you keep them somewhere safe? Are you seriously deranged?

You know what, nevermind. Don't answer that.

Can't I clean them for you?

BRING IT!

[das_vedanya]

Chyort voz'mi*! I wear my coat and boots almost every day!
And how dare you call me deranged? I work with the deranged, that doesn't mean I am.
...
...da, sure... I'll bring them over later. In the mean time, I'll have to wear my flip-flops.

(*dammit)

IT'S ALREADY BEEN BROUGHT

[sue_ur_wok]

I hadn't noticed. I don't stalk you.

Bring them... where?