"She Thought Me Handsome, My Opera Dancer..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Received Florian's letter this morning. Zara is sitting in my head reeling off a string of obscenities, but actually I don't know what she's upset about (exactly, I mean).

Patrice, on the other hand, is ready to strangle himself. He knows exactly what he's upset about. Combeferre or Musichetta are necessary to prevent imminent death. >_> Why do my socken do such dreadful things? I would beg to know; but, hey, I'm the one who said I liked figment angst.

To work!

Also, guh, Kali. I need you. ;_; Come home.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(Oh, well! Because it sounds nifty. We do it too. Unfortuntely, it's generally because 'we' refers to 'Soujin and the eighteen people in her head'.)

*hugs* (XD!) *shakes her head and pokes him*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

(...believe me, that applies to me as well. At certain times, more than eighteen. I rp too much, obviously. If such a thing is possible.)

*hugs Soujin and then Horatio*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(With us, it just might be.)

*following which you get hugs back from both of us! ^____^*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

(...Nah.)

*oh, yay! cuddles both*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(Oh, yes.)

^_____^ psst. Call me in five minutes?

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Of course. I just realised the tim. ^____^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^____________^

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

See, I was so ashamed that I couldn't properly spell 'time'.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That's okay. I forgive you.