Hey, she's not imaginary! [JOHN POUT.] And she's named after the sweet, loving daughter of Cameron Poe who met her father for the first time on her birthday, July 14th.
[And suddenly there is a not-so-blood-but-still-missing-a-wing Davesprite appears in a flurry of wind and feathers. He looked down at the boy who he failed to save in his timeline and moved to 'sit,' or at least give the illusion of doing so, next to his friend.]
What? Did you see some of that dreaded cake? Or perhaps it was the harlequins. Shit, Egbert, don't tell me there were harlequins on the cake, call the fucking cops.
No you didn't, I'm god tier. [He grins and lightly punches Davesprite's arm.] You get silly pjs, not feathers.
[John bites his lower lip and puts his head in his knees for a bit. He feels like a failure. How could he have let that happen, and then forget about it? Just...how?]
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What? Did you see some of that dreaded cake? Or perhaps it was the harlequins. Shit, Egbert, don't tell me there were harlequins on the cake, call the fucking cops.
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No, nothing like that, this time... [Not exactly, anyway, but those things are very much related to his dad and oh god he just looks so bad.]
...wait, Dave, bro, why are you orange and a bird?
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So if it's not the cake and it's not clowns, who died?
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[John bites his lower lip and puts his head in his knees for a bit. He feels like a failure. How could he have let that happen, and then forget about it? Just...how?]
...Dad.
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John, is that another ridiculous disguise?
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I am not this "John" person you speak of! But I am sure that if I was you would consider this a genius disguise!
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