DAS RULES ✔ Comment with a journal of a character you've thought of apping as though they are already in the game ✔ Tag around with new and old characters ✔ App all those characters ✔ ??? ✔ PROFIT! ✔ This meme robbed from Ataraxion!
[A long pause and the guy in the fancy 1960's spy suit just. Stares.]
I mean, what are you like...five? I'm pretty sure you need to be 21 to be here.
Unless you're a midget.
...
You aren't one, right? [He takes a drink off the tumbler of scotch in his right hand. Another awkwardly long pause.] Because that would be freaking awesome if you were.
Well, since you're sort of stuck here for the rest of time, or until someone figures out how to override the teleporters so we can kill each other, you've pretty much got nothing but time for this.
So that's...good news.
[He finishes his drink and looks down at it before casually dropping the glass and just letting it shatter.]
Oh, and your friends and family won't even know you're gone because of this whole crazy, dimensions thing. So nobody misses you or will come looking for you.
Like. Ever.
So...yaaay. [Have the least reassuring thumbs up and hand on a shoulder ever.] It's like a really long vacation from school or, whatever.
no subject
[A long pause and the guy in the fancy 1960's spy suit just. Stares.]
I mean, what are you like...five? I'm pretty sure you need to be 21 to be here.
Unless you're a midget.
...
You aren't one, right? [He takes a drink off the tumbler of scotch in his right hand. Another awkwardly long pause.] Because that would be freaking awesome if you were.
no subject
[Iciest tone ever.]
And I'm not a midget. It's not like I asked to show up here.
I am. SO SORRY.
[So disappointed. Can you feel his disappointment and, inevitably, disdain? You probably can.]
So much for this being awesome.
[Another drink and he swirls the scotch.]
Oh, right. I think I'm supposed to tell you some stuff about how you're theoretically immortal now, and the sky is computers, but whatever.
You sure you're not a midget?
Poor Roxas can't win
I'm. Sure.
Look, if you've got answers, just tell me. Otherwise I don't have time for this.
/Sob I think he needs to find another adult. Or. An adult. Just in general.
So that's...good news.
[He finishes his drink and looks down at it before casually dropping the glass and just letting it shatter.]
Oh, and your friends and family won't even know you're gone because of this whole crazy, dimensions thing. So nobody misses you or will come looking for you.
Like. Ever.
So...yaaay. [Have the least reassuring thumbs up and hand on a shoulder ever.] It's like a really long vacation from school or, whatever.
What are positive adult influences?
It's not like they'd miss me anyway. Guess it is good news.
We don't actually have to kill each other, do we?