041. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Someone took something more than a left shoe. My homosexual roommate is missing. I'm thinking for good. That leaves me with more space and a crapload more pink than I could ever want.

I don't have a yard but I'm thinking yard sale. It's only for the best. I'll euthanize the living room as soon as its cleared properly. At least I won't crave cotton

Comments

[lyra_of_dust]

Yeah... Definitely another reason why knowing stuff is useful.

Pink? I don't want it.

[vicodincrutch]

Do you know how to make tourniquet, Lyra? And if you do what circumstances to do it? It's important.

You're a girl though.

[lyra_of_dust]

You use it when someone's lost a limb, and they're bleeding bad. You cut off circulation there to stop the bleeding. With a belt or something.

I still don't like it.

[vicodincrutch]

That's the basics. Read more.

You say that now. Until some Johnny Whatshisface tells you you look nice in it or something, then everything changes.

[twin_gunsy]

CaNdY~!

[vicodincrutch]

I don't have any. I just mentioned it.

[twin_gunsy]

Awww~

[darkest0knight]

Steve McQueen craving?

[vicodincrutch]

And Nazi evasion.

[darkest0knight]

I dunno. I might've let Hannes Messemer capture me for a while.

Trouble with Nazis lately?

[vicodincrutch]

T.M.I. Foster. T.M.I.

No. They just make things more interesting.

[razrsharp]

Emmett's missing?

[vicodincrutch]

The exact frequency of masculine squeal has been quiet. Dogs haven't been howling. You didn't notice?

[razrsharp]

Not till now. Are you sure he isn't in trouble?

[vicodincrutch]

No sign of struggle. Last I heard he was cleaning his closet. ...Unless he's retreated into there but, come on, who are we kidding.

[blue_satin_pjs]

I know first aid. Wouldn't've made it through last curse, otherwise.

...Emmett's gone?

[vicodincrutch]

Every little bit counts.

Yeah. It's up to you to carry the flaming torch.

[blue_satin_pjs]

Too bad. I ain't got his style.

[vicodincrutch]

Step up, brother.