ic contact: Reverie

[mirrortide]

[There's a long, drawn out fart noise, but no actual indication of who this is...]

Comments

[reposing]

[There are worse things than pumpkin slobber.]

We don't know enough about this galaxy to make that sort of promise. It was impossible for me to be sick until I arrived at this station.

So either you cooperate, or you leave.

[mirrortide]

You're fleshy, I'm not. Have fun. C'mon, Pumpkin.

[Pumpkin looks at Lapis, then back to Alucard, whines, and then goes back to Lapis.

BYE FELICIA.]

[reposing]

[defriends lapis from facebook!!]

[mirrortide]

[don't you mean SPACEBOOK]

[reposing]

[oh my god. my god i fucked up. blocking myself]