achtzehn.

[lostbirth]

[ he's in his room now, doors closed, journal nearby as he gazes out the window at the clear sunshine and warm colors of the outside world.

in a somber tone: ]

A beautiful day reflects the storm to come.

[[ooc; friendly guy am i right? feel free to send him a message through the journal.]]

Comments

[haki]

It's gonna rain? But it's been sunny since I got here.

[lostbirth]

It will, eventually.

[haki]

Oh, are you good at reading the weather too?

[lostbirth]

This would be better classified as common knowledge, wouldn't you think so?

[payback]

How melodramatic.

[lostbirth]

[ heh. ]

It may be- but it is the truth, is it not?

[payback]

To say it apropos of nothing unless you know something is coming up? True, maybe, but dull.

[lostbirth]

True.

But- couldn't you also say something dull makes for something more amusing later? And vise-versa?

[teds_up]

Well that's certainly not conspicuous...

[lostbirth]

[ just smirking down at his journal. ]

[too_fairytale]

Oh, that's cheerful.

[lostbirth]

Who said it was suppose to be?