eight | stupid holiday nonsense... bull

[strike_you_out]

[Phone |  The telephone cord stretches from the kitchen all the way to the first step outside the door on the side of the house where, hopefully, this call will go unheard by other members of the household. "Christmas" and "gift-giving" are still very strange concepts in Slugger's mind.]


What do--

... ...

[Dammit, why is he even--  

Just. Spits it out.]    ...What do "mothers" like?


[Action |  While he ponders this, Slugger will be out shoveling snow off the driveway. It may look like a chore but he's actually doing this to uncover the icy death-trap and personal skating rink he created last week (which covers the entire driveway, the side-walk in front, and part of the street.)

And once the driveway is cleared, he'll be skidding up and down it -- he really does miss his skates. No, he does not care that he's about to cross into the direct trajectory of that oncoming vehicle.

SIDE-NOTE: One Edward Nigma may find that his socks have mysteriously gone missing...]

Comments

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

....You're welcome.

....

Yes it is.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Long pause.]

Did you put a letter in the box?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

....

Yes.


....I don't know why.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Same.

What did you ask for?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[A long pause]

My assistants.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I asked for my possessions.

[Well, they're more than just possessions, really.] They're... a part of me.

...

I don't know that it was wise.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

I don't think mine was wise either.



I think the town tricked us again.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Probably. It was hard to resist.