text ♔ to sylar

[bittersweeter]

[ ♪ calamity song -- the decemberists ]

Still alive. Awaiting more Dostoyevskian texts now that I can actually read them.

Comments

[watchmaker]

it's been a day. i haven't even had enough time to do anything of note.

[bittersweeter]

I cursed seven people, plugged a bullet wound with a tampon, and ruined my scarf on Aurelius' head wound. You need to catch up, babe.

[watchmaker]

miss moppet threw up on one of my boots.

[bittersweeter]

[ /cackles. ]

Aww poor lamb. Is she okay?

[watchmaker]

I guess? she's acting normal otherwise.

[bittersweeter]

I'm tired.

[watchmaker]

take a nap?

[bittersweeter]

Don't want to. B-b-b-blowback.

1/2

[watchmaker]

Oh.

[well shit. he doesn't know what else to say. so ... ]

[watchmaker]

:(

[bittersweeter]

You should come visit. I'm going to ask if you can.

[watchmaker]

It's not all war-torn and depressing over there?

[bittersweeter]

Yup. But you can meet Wynn!!!!!!!

[ she's not that excited, she is just sleepy. ]

[watchmaker]

you think now is the best time for that?

[bittersweeter]

Yes. People died, we need replacements.

[ #awful piece of shit lila zacharov. ]

[watchmaker]

that's awfully callous.

[just saying ok]

[bittersweeter]

I prefer pragmatic.

[ and she has actual feelings about fred via having feelings toward astrid that she's trying to ignore. ]

Barring that, these people need help and you have muscles.

[watchmaker]

yeah, sure. get the ok and i'll come out.

[bittersweeter]

:D

Yay!

[ look, eric said that she could have talked him into promoting her, she can talk him into this.

prob....ably. ]