Feb. 4th, entry seven

[unevoked]

Man, fuck this noise.

[Added in a bit later to make the entry more useful.]

Zombie: I'm taking a sick day.

Comments

[mi_wo_kudaku]

You aren't sick. You're just younger like the rest of us.

[unevoked]

It's just called a sick day.

'Least I can still write and think and shit.

[mi_wo_kudaku]

That's not the point. Since you aren't sick you can go to work.

oh god his arguments are way more suck right now

[unevoked]

Maybe I can't.

"...wanna see tiny Castor o///o"

[moe_rapier]

It would be risky to come into work at such a smaller size, depending on the profession. That's a good idea.

Can I-

He's a moe little motherfucker.

[unevoked]

I work at the butchers, but Zombie doesn't let me cut things up. He just makes me write stuff down.

And what? [A little arrow to her scribble]

[moe_rapier]

Ah, okay.

It's an interesting insight to see others at their younger days. I know what you look like as an adult, but...

[unevoked]

I'm pretty much the same, just smaller. And my hair's shorter. And my pants don't fit right.

[madeofswords]

It's certainly a lot more than inconvenient--this occurrence.

[unevoked]

It'll probably go away soon. Most shit seems to. Still frustrating as hell, though.

[madeofswords]

Too many children about. A society can't live off of children. [Not successfully, anyway. He hates being a red-head, too, at least.]

Do you need to eat? If you're too young, you should come to the bazaar to eat.

[unevoked]

"least we can still remember what we really are.

I can still cook, but it's a pain. I might go over there. You work at a restaurant, right?

[littlebark]

You're a little brat too?

[unevoked]

Yep. And I ain't coming in.

[littlebark]

That's fine, dumbass. The last thing I need is a bunch of kids around knives.

[unevoked]

Oh good. So you're a kid too?