Aug. 20th, entry seventeen

[unevoked]

Fuck this.

Bastet, I can't fight. If you wanna keep me on the schedule through this I'll show up, but I dunno how much it'd help.

I'll be at the damn butchers. Whoever says a fucking word's gettin' their fingers chopped off.

Comments

[spandexisyouth]

You do not have arms? Or legs? How can you not fight but still write?

[unevoked]

[Bit of a pause.]

I'm small now. Can't lift my damn axe like I should.

[spandexisyouth]

Oh. There are other weapons though! Like knives!

[unevoked]

That ain't how I fight. Besides, it'd take me a bit to learn.

[spandexisyouth]

I can give you some pointers if you would like.

[unevoked]

...So long as it don't end with someone getting stabbed.

[spandexisyouth]

I do not see why it would.

[unevoked]

...Told you, knives ain't really how I fight. I'd want to know what the hell I was doing first.

[spandexisyouth]

We will start with sticks that are the proper weight. And since it will not be for a long time, we will just go over the basics so you do not have to worry about stabbing yourself.

[unevoked]

Doubt I can do much damage like this, but sure, whatever. I got nothing better to do.

[spandexisyouth]

Size does not always matter.

[unevoked]

Nah, but... [The writing trails off.] I dunno how to explain it.

[spandexisyouth]

That is all right. Sometimes it is hard to put feelings and thoughts into words.

[unevoked]

...Sure. Alright.