Posted June 30, 2011
Wessex: *thinking*… am I doing the right thing?...
…perhaps it was rash of me, suddenly deciding to move on to another
household far away. Still, I must find out for myself if I can stand on my own
two feet. Warwick
has made it abundantly clear that this house – this state, for that matter, is not big enough for the both of us…
Warwick: Heya –
Wessex: Hello, Warwick
– come to say farewell?
Warwick: Yeah… and bring you a little goin’-away present,
Wessex: Oh – a model Spitfire plane – and radio-controlled, as well –
Warwick: Uh-huh… somethin’ to have fun with when you
get where you’re goin’. Might be a
field or a parkin’ lot nearby.
Wessex: What made you choose this? I had no idea you knew anything about what I
like, or might want to do in my idle time –
Warwick: I don’t know a lot, but I know somethin’ about
Wessex: Yes… yes, it appears you do. Thank you, brother, for this thoughtful
gesture; I shall think of you when I fly it –
Warwick: You’re welcome… glad you like it.
Wessex: *thinking* This – this is such a touching
gesture. I – I hope I won’t regret leaving here – and leaving him…
Warwick: *thinking* …after all, I got the girl. *snerk*
at least someone got something!
vampires surprised me the other day, and in a nice way –