sECOND fLIGHT ♉ voice

[youarethepan]

[I knew, from the moment I laid eyes on it, that this hat had been made for me. It, fit right between my horns, snuggly. Like, uh, my cranium had been poured right into it. (Not that this was, an actual possibility unless, I had been maybe hanging upside-down at the time.)

I felt, more assured with it on, as though it was an embodiment of my self-esteem. (Of which I have, uh, an abundance of, currently.) And I knew, I knew that there were things that needed solving, and I was the only troll for the job.

There was just, one thing missing. So, I turned to the local airwaves, for assistance.]

I'm looking for, uh, a dame.

Comments

[sp8der8itch.livejournal.com]

Well then! I won't apologize grub! Damn it! I hate you! YOu are a silly, stupid pathetic grubling.

[dependabull.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. You... you are a... a domineering spider-bitch!

With. An ugly face.

[sp8der8itch.livejournal.com]

Tavros! Such hurtful words! Stuuuuuuuupid pupa! Your face isn't sunshine and rainbows either!

[dependabull.livejournal.com]

I think, there is a saying about sticks and stones that, I should use at this point. If, I could recall what it was.

But anyway. I am, uh, not speaking to you for a while. Like I said. So I think, I should end this conversation, on that note.

[sp8der8itch.livejournal.com]

[She is frowing Tav. You have dissapointed her.]

Fine! It's not like I wanted to speak with you anyway!

[dependabull.livejournal.com]

G-good.

Then, there will be no more talking.

[sp8der8itch.livejournal.com]

Gog! Fine Tavros!