Willard H. Wright (
alethiological) wrote in
exsiliumlogs2012-02-29 02:01 am
Entry tags:
lousy goddamn stupid teenagers.
Date & Time: 2/28, afternoon
Location: The various locations where derps get in trouble
Characters: Lion Ushiromiya (
llywellin), Willard H. Wright (
alethiologial), and that one stupid puppy (
digitalemperor).
Summary: Wherein Lion complains, Mikado figures out his weapon, an 11-second argument takes place, and Will hates his life. Same ol'.
Warnings: Arguments and idiots.
Yesterday morning ended up being highly eventful. Starting over with the usual arguments, then being dragged outside by the obnoxious fiance, then somehow devolving into being chased by things even he couldn't kill and hiding in some random building's basement.
What had been amusing at first was now entirely irritating. The time is spent watching the reactions across the network (good job with the advance warning guys, full marks) and noting what to add to the records later. Actually writing them down? No. The room is too loud, too dark, entirely cramped and humid and he's already thrown his coat to hang on one pipe and his hair slicked back. Listening for anyone breaking in upstairs or when the louder steps outside cease or when Lion finally snaps and goes after him with his own gun.
Mental note: Figure out a reward for the brat. Keeping the complaining to a minimum for over 24 hours is practically a miracle.
Addendum: No puns. You have not fallen that far out of focus, dammit.
Location: The various locations where derps get in trouble
Characters: Lion Ushiromiya (
Summary: Wherein Lion complains, Mikado figures out his weapon, an 11-second argument takes place, and Will hates his life. Same ol'.
Warnings: Arguments and idiots.
Yesterday morning ended up being highly eventful. Starting over with the usual arguments, then being dragged outside by the obnoxious fiance, then somehow devolving into being chased by things even he couldn't kill and hiding in some random building's basement.
What had been amusing at first was now entirely irritating. The time is spent watching the reactions across the network (good job with the advance warning guys, full marks) and noting what to add to the records later. Actually writing them down? No. The room is too loud, too dark, entirely cramped and humid and he's already thrown his coat to hang on one pipe and his hair slicked back. Listening for anyone breaking in upstairs or when the louder steps outside cease or when Lion finally snaps and goes after him with his own gun.
Mental note: Figure out a reward for the brat. Keeping the complaining to a minimum for over 24 hours is practically a miracle.
Addendum: No puns. You have not fallen that far out of focus, dammit.
