三十五 // shout (5)

[pretecorrotto]

[The writing is clumsy and there are a few scratchmarks in the paper. Someone is not used to writing with claws, however neatly trimmed they may be.]

This is getting fucking ridiculous. What the hell am I supposed to be now?

[A small singe mark on the page.]

And fucking fire just came out of my hands. I'm not leaving the house my room until

Comments

[spandexisyouth]

I think that Stoneface was setting things on fire last week! You should see what he did to stop that.

[pretecorrotto]

I'm trying to watch at all times.

[spandexisyouth]

[There's a pentap.] Is that a pun? Since he is on the Watch?

/totally did not think of that

[pretecorrotto]

...What?

I'm watching out so that my fucking hands don't catch on fire again.

...ping

[crimson_seeker]

Fire? Out of your hands? That's not something you see every day even here.

Re: ...ping

[pretecorrotto]

It's not supposed to happen. But I'm not supposed to look like some pointy-eared fruit, either.

[royaltrap]

This is really weird!

[pretecorrotto]

Who are you?

Black ----> William

[hisbutler_bound]

Fire? Moon, do try not to light your home on fire. Especially with Apple around.

[pretecorrotto]

As if I'm actively trying to set my house on fire.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

[hisbutler_bound]

[There's a pause. One can tell he's considering the question due to the growing inkblot]

oh the sarcasm

[pretecorrotto]

That's comforting to know, then.

Set for mid-day on the 23rd //mild ping for fire and "pointy-eared fruit"

[inthecenterfold]

How dead-set are you on not leaving your room?

[pretecorrotto]

Not as long as I'd hoped. Running low on food.

[what little food he eats, anyway.]

[inthecenterfold]

I never thought I'd be asking you to get something to eat, but if we're both stuck in weird bodies... I mean I just wonder if either of us knows the other?

[pretecorrotto]

Whatever. Fine. Just need to eat. Whoever this is uses more energy than I do.

Where am I supposed to meet you?