136th. st.

[not_avampire]

[Voice Post]

Oh, dear Christ. I think... I think a need an adult.

Because the irony of being eaten by my own cat is way too poetic or whateverthefuck for me to properly appreciate right now.

...help.

[/Voice Post]

Comments

[favored_son]

I'm sorry. Did you call for help? I've been too busy laughing to answer.

[not_avampire]

Could you not mock me in my final moments? That's a really fucked up way to go.

[favored_son]

Why not? I do it to other people all the time.

[not_avampire]

But are they me?

[cutecatenvoy]

I could help~

[not_avampire]

Got somebody. But thanks.

[cutecatenvoy]

You sure you don't need an extra hand?

[not_avampire]

Yup. But it's appreciated.

[ohrosalita]

...I'll get my cowboy boots.

[not_avampire]

...this isn't funny. I'm in grave danger, here. About to become an evolutionary dead-end.

[ohrosalita]

I guess it's a good thing Corny's well fed. Do you want me to mousesit?

[not_avampire]

Yeah, he'll just bite me in half.

...if you don't mind?

[captainshort]

Er, Cal? You gonna be okay?

[not_avampire]

It's starting to look like it, yeah.

[captainshort]

Good. It sounds like quite a few people are escaping from their pets today.

[sciencedaughter]

... Irony.

[not_avampire]

And lots of it.

[sciencedaughter]

Please be safe.