Seven
... It's Sunday and I'm still human. That little part of my mind that human literature has characterized as a teeny voice who knows what he's talking about is telling me I should be worried.
[faintly dictated, yelling at the room]
Oi, castle! Dunno if you haven't noticed, but I'm still the owner of one heart and lousy endurance! IT'S BEEN A WEEK!
[written again]
Is this normal? Anyone? Over a week? Hmm? Input Stephanie! please?
On a slightly less concerned note, (note! Ha, I'm punny!) what's with the singing? Almost makes me want to join in. But I'm not in the mood for singing, considering. Else I'd be belting Queen like it's 5.5/apple/26.
((ooc: I'm mean and making it last an extra day to freak him out. :D))
[faintly dictated, yelling at the room]
Oi, castle! Dunno if you haven't noticed, but I'm still the owner of one heart and lousy endurance! IT'S BEEN A WEEK!
[written again]
Is this normal? Anyone? Over a week? Hmm? Input Stephanie! please?
On a slightly less concerned note, (note! Ha, I'm punny!) what's with the singing? Almost makes me want to join in. But I'm not in the mood for singing, considering. Else I'd be belting Queen like it's 5.5/apple/26.
((ooc: I'm mean and making it last an extra day to freak him out. :D))