Apr. 1st, entry twelfth

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Lin, I looked back at your last entry. [Pentap pentap. That probably says enough.] I dunno what the hell to do with a scorpion. Make it a terrarium and feed it bugs or something. Sure there's a book somewhere that'll tell you.

Pollux, you doing anything?

[pentap pentap. He really has nothing worthwhile to say to the rest of the Sphere.] Been a

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[sting_to_death]

[ WELL, SHIT. ]

How?

[unevoked]

[fff I am assuming it is all readable in hindsight, if I am wrong then LA LA LA. /retconretcon]

Same way you read mine after.

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(( he could have always found a dictionary? or smth. DO DICTIONARIES EXIST IN THE SPHERE IDK. ))

[ Pentap pentap. ]

The scorpion is still alive. [ V FLUID change of subject get! ]

[unevoked]

(PROBABLY LET'S SAY YES.)

Good. Hate to see you kill it already.

[sting_to_death]

[ This reply comes after a little while as she goes to check what the hell did she write to him last time.

Oh. Oh.

Pen...tap... ] I have to go now.

[unevoked]

Oh yeah? Take care've that scorpion now. You wanted it so bad, so don't go wrecking it.

[sting_to_death]

Yes, sure. [ Scribbled way too quickly. ]

[unevoked]

Gonna check back later? [He would feel bad for running her off, but he doesn't.]

[sting_to_death]

No, I have better things to do.

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Building your terrarium?

[sting_to_death]

I told you I'm busy.

[unevoked]

Then hop to it.

[sting_to_death]

You are the one keeping me




[ And then the journal is slammed shut (and probably tossed away) before the ink can dry so that there's now a black stain on both pages. ]

[unevoked]

[bitch bitch bitch. HE DOESN'T FEEL BAD. HE WAS NICE AND DIDN'T BRING UP HER AFFINITY FOR BONDAGE.]

[sting_to_death]

[ Yeah she has a hunch he's just keeping it for later. ]

[unevoked]

[...Well maybe.]