TWELVE (to stew)
Another odd-week passes, and still no fruit borne. You would think that by now this City- in it's apparent infinite quality that I am so often reminded of- would bring forth someone new of interest?
No, of course not.
Not, of course, that those I've currently had the pleasure of making acquaintances with is particularly boorish, but I cannot be expected to last on only this supply forever, or at least until this City extravaganza ends.
Honestly.
[ooc A bit hung up on the thought that someone from his world'll show up? Yeah. He'll get over it. Eventually >>;]
No, of course not.
Not, of course, that those I've currently had the pleasure of making acquaintances with is particularly boorish, but I cannot be expected to last on only this supply forever, or at least until this City extravaganza ends.
Honestly.
[ooc A bit hung up on the thought that someone from his world'll show up? Yeah. He'll get over it. Eventually >>;]