十五 // Confessions, Pt. 1

[pretecorrotto]

Kouryuu

Even writing it looks stupid.

Almost as stupid as these clothes. Why does this place always stick me in dumbass-looking outfits?

[As punishment for his memory, Moon is stuck in a Catholic priest outfit for 5 days. Strikeouts are pathetically readable.]

Comments

[yourealrightnow]

Sounds like you've gotten a memory. That or the uniform thing is happening again and I got lucky.

My name's Roswell. I got here about a week ago. If you ever need anything, to talk or anything, you can find me in the house in Sector 3 with my name carved into it. If it's during the day, you can get me down at the Medical Island where I work.

I hope the clothes don't last too long.

[pretecorrotto]

Can't take two steps without landing in a fucking memory.

Yeah, I remember your little intro message before. Same section as me, huh.

Knowing my luck, it'll just get replaced with something worse.

[yourealrightnow]

I wouldn't mind one of my own.

Did we already meet? I'm losing track of all the handwriting, I think.

Cross your fingers, I guess. I have a feeling that's all we can really do here.

[pretecorrotto]

If you can make heads or tails of it when the damn thing hits you.

Yeah, Moon. Or... shit, I don't know if I should go by that other name now.

I'm starting to give up on ever figuring out what the fuck is wrong with this place.

[reckless_rebel]

Because it likes you obviously.

[pretecorrotto]

Willing to give me my name back in exchange for looking stupid, so I probably shouldn't complain.