[Re-aging.]

[takeme2urpants]

[In this post, the Intruder, ZEX's ship, is in ruins.]

[Nothing exploded, and the interior is still fine, but huge mechanical chunks of it are scattered around the neighboring field, and a computerized voice is loudly arguing with Admiral ZEX. Usually this sort of thing wouldn't be broadcast, inviting eavesdroppers. But this is Camp, after all.]

Comments

[thedandymancan]

...your bangs are looking so gauche. Worry about burglars later and fix your hair now.

[thedandymancan]

*Snags the glasses from you*

Yoink.

[grillitwithfire]

[flails! ... around 30 degrees to your left]

Hey!! GIVE THEM BACK

[thedandymancan]

*...pfft*

No, I think I'll keep them. I will give you some contacts though.

[grillitwithfire]

You don't even know my diopter, fashion devil!!

[thedandymancan]

Oooh, I like that one.

[grillitwithfire]

-- That wasn't a compliment!

[thedandymancan]

Oh, but it was.

[grillitwithfire]

[sigh my life]

[thedandymancan]

*Chuckles*

[grillitwithfire]

How long until I get them back?

[thedandymancan]

Never. We're going to go order your some contacts from the store.

[grillitwithfire]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEVER

[thedandymancan]

Deep breaths. Remember to breathe.

[grillitwithfire]

I know how to breathe!! I'll be doing it on your window until you give them back!!

[thedandymancan]

No, you won't. I'm moving my work room from the studio. And you won't know where I moved it too.