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Feb. 14th, 2010

CLOUD!

CLOUUUUUUUUD!

YOU'RE THE BEST LITTLE BROTHER A GIRL COULD ASK FOR!...well, except for my ACTUAL little brother...BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE NOT JUST AS GOOD!

<3

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[Mack's just lazily stroking Mika's hair right now. Small, satisfied sigh.

Yep, stick 2 horny girls who also like girls in the same building and they're eventually gonna do it.

And yes, she was smart enough to stick a sock on her door.
]

We should do this more often.
[Yay needing a glass of water at three in the morniiiiiiiiing. Walk walk walk and TRIP STUMBLE ASIDLFKNASKLD]

...What the...

[...Oh, hey, Cloud's sleeping in the living room. Again.

And she tripped over is foot.

Again.

...Enough of this. Gives his foot a kick.
]
[Makes a shushing noise at Marlene just outside the door to her and now Cloud's room.]

Remember, be very quiet until you pounce him, then yell Merry Christmas as louuuud as you can OK?

[Has a stupid stupid grin on her face.]

Voicepost

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

...After all this time ye still remember that poem don't ya?

Of course. Mom would always read it to me, saying how we had to remember those who fought for us, who sacrificed themselves so we could live freely. Never forget that poem. Never ever.

Yer a lot brighter than you give yerself credit for when ye try ya know that?

...Huh?
Hey, um...

I was wondering...could you make a Thanksgiving dinner for two for the 12th? Doesn't have to be anything too fancy just...a basic turkey dinner. Got a friend who's never had Thanksgiving so um...yeah! Please?

ACTION POOOOOOOST

[Just...knocks on Cloud's door. Loudly. There might be a squirming ball of fur in his mouth.]

[AUDIO]

...

I fucking hate this data freeze bullshit.

Ok, what I miss guys?

Y'know ye could easily just read the backlogs...

Yeah, but that's boring. And time consuming. And painful. COME ON GUYS WHAT SHIT WENT DOWN HUH?
[Outside Clouds door there's a BIG, BIG bottle of codeine pills with a note attatched.]

Mornin' Cotton Candy!

Heard from Reno it was your B-Day so...here. Know terminal illness can be a drag. Don't take 'em all at once, ya retard.

Oh, yeah, party tonight down at the bar. Be there or be square...or be dragged down by your ear. Your choice! AKA YOU'RE COMING DAMNIT!

TTFN

- Mack

VOICEPOST, LATE NIGHT OF JULY 1ST

[Basically? A very drunk Mack AND NORA. YES, AND NORA, singing the below song.]


The War of 1812 - Arrogant Worms