[Audio Post]
[Chie's voice somehow manages to be both tired and energetic at the same time.]
Okay! Back from my morning run! It's two miles from here to the skating rink and back, and even with the snow I can do it in fifteen minutes! That's pretty good, right? The only problem with doing it this early is that there's nobody to talk to, so I wind up thinking a bunch about all kinds of random things. Like, would it really help training if I started sewing weights in my socks? Or getting someone else to sew them in, you know what I mean! Or, hey! If we're all fictional, then could we find a way to sneak in our stories and watch them or read them and find out what happens to us next? Or if we write about ourselves and publish it, will it come true?
[There's the sound of keys in a lock, and a door opening.]
Do I smell waffles?
Okay! Back from my morning run! It's two miles from here to the skating rink and back, and even with the snow I can do it in fifteen minutes! That's pretty good, right? The only problem with doing it this early is that there's nobody to talk to, so I wind up thinking a bunch about all kinds of random things. Like, would it really help training if I started sewing weights in my socks? Or getting someone else to sew them in, you know what I mean! Or, hey! If we're all fictional, then could we find a way to sneak in our stories and watch them or read them and find out what happens to us next? Or if we write about ourselves and publish it, will it come true?
[There's the sound of keys in a lock, and a door opening.]
Do I smell waffles?