[ all of his people are here, but... also, he'd be seriously, seriously worried about not being with beau on thursdays in a similar manner? haha. terrible. ]
...Well. I mean, half of fall was really - you know. They weren't super cooperative today about Caiman, until the end. [ when he was basically imploding ] I dunno. I really like Caleb-san, so... it'd be cool to have him around more often.
I saw some people give me dirty looks after trial, and honestly, I don't give a shit. They're not the ones who had to wake up to their friend's head fucking separated from his body.
Anything we can do to convince him to come over here? Should we like. Decorate the place with more cats? I could probably draw a really ugly picture of Frumpkin to hang on the wall.
[ he's joking. like. half joking? and not thinking about molly being dead or people giving beau dirty looks right now nope ]
I think I've still got some of those post it notes lying around...
[ i've decided they're both within arms reach so he can just snag the stack of post-its and a pen by stretching over her, and then returns back. he hides the little paper for a minute and starts to doodle, and then after like, two minutes: ]
Oh, dude. [ grimacing ] This is... bad. [ and holding this stack of post its to his chest ]
[ oh now he's laughing, with a really ungraceful pffffffft noise to start it off, too. sometimes you just need to draw really ugly cats with someone because your week has been fucking awful ]
[ fuck!!!!! well, hey. tears of laughter and joy are a marked change from the rest of this weekend. ichiro's laugh is really loud and infectious and bright and all of their dormmates that are around can probably hear him but that's okay.
he giggles, a little more, and wipes his eyes. ] Okay, okay. Maybe no career as an artist. I think... I think we're gonna scare him off with these.
[ as he reaches to go ahead and try and doodle another one, still giggling and not bothering to hide it this time. his turn why are these getting worse ]
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[ all of his people are here, but... also, he'd be seriously, seriously worried about not being with beau on thursdays in a similar manner? haha. terrible. ]
...Well. I mean, half of fall was really - you know. They weren't super cooperative today about Caiman, until the end. [ when he was basically imploding ] I dunno. I really like Caleb-san, so... it'd be cool to have him around more often.
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I saw some people give me dirty looks after trial, and honestly, I don't give a shit. They're not the ones who had to wake up to their friend's head fucking separated from his body.
[sucks in a breath.] ... We'll see what happens.
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[ he's joking. like. half joking? and not thinking about molly being dead or people giving beau dirty looks right now nope ]
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Do it anyway so I can send him a picture. We can just put a bunch of shitty Frumpkins all over.
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[ i've decided they're both within arms reach so he can just snag the stack of post-its and a pen by stretching over her, and then returns back. he hides the little paper for a minute and starts to doodle, and then after like, two minutes: ]
Oh, dude. [ grimacing ] This is... bad. [ and holding this stack of post its to his chest ]
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Lemme see.
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he holds it out. shamefully. ]
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sorry she's gone she loses her mind laughing]
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You try!
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her's is way worse!]
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Ha!
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he giggles, a little more, and wipes his eyes. ] Okay, okay. Maybe no career as an artist. I think... I think we're gonna scare him off with these.
[ as he reaches to go ahead and try and doodle another one, still giggling and not bothering to hide it this time. his turn why are these getting worse ]