[voice]

[incendite]

Does this place even have proper seasons? Or any sort of marker of time?

[He sounds grumpier than he usually does. There's a reason, though he won't mention it - near as he can figure, it's his birthday and he's never a ray of sunshine when that rolls around.]

Comments

[sandinmyboots]

None whatsoever! We've been trying for years!

[incendite]

You haven't been here for years.

[sandinmyboots]

Yes, I have!

[incendite]

You got proof?

[voice]

[alwayswithhim]

No, it doesn't seem like it. I wish I could tell you differently, though.

[voice]

[incendite]

Don't worry about it. Not like it's that important.

[voice]

[alwayswithhim]

Well if you asked, then it must have been important.

[voice]

[incendite]

Just means I've got nothing better to do.

[incendite]

...Wonderful.

[upperblues]

...No. Why?

(I lost track of the days a long time ago.)

[incendite]

Don't tell me you're fine with that.

[upperblues]

There's nothing I can do about it. No point dwelling on it.

[incendite]

Yeah, like you ever dwell on shit like this.

[audio]

[bahamutgal]

Predictable seasons are awfully boring, wouldn't you think?

[audio]

[incendite]

Boring doesn't mean bad.

[audio]

[bahamutgal]

Surround yourself with somethin' boring, you get bored and become boring yourself.

[Hmph.]

Kinda sad that the seasons are keepin' us from being boring ol' drones.

[audio]

[incendite]

Lookin' for something else?