Pffft. As if I could be frightened at this juncture.
*runs*
*trips*
*examines digitigrade legs curiously*
*wiggles toes*
Seems this feverish dream is one of the more vivid ones. Very well! *tosses plate of crumpets back* I’ll find my own supplies, vile creature!
OOW
NO it’s not a dream, it’s a feverish, nightmarish hallucination! Those can still hurt! *backhand slaps you*
I’ll need rations for the sail home! Gimme those—
*takes plate of crumpets*
*bats tea away*
Oooor I’m NOT and you’re just in on the conspiracy! Yes, you’re all in on it! All out to try to ruin whatever shred of sanity I still have! But I’m too tough for you! Much mental fortitude still remains! Yes, I shall never crack!
*sniffs cup*
*gags*
God, that’s the strongest tea—ooooh I get it my brain’s trying to convince me this is all real with a heightened olfactory sense! But I’m too clever for me. I see right through my self-deception. Heheehee, nice try, me!
Heheheeehehee! Moi? Overreact? Never! Lashing out is a perfectly appropriate reaction to all the horrors that keep inflicting—
*is trembling due to sleep deprivation*
I don’t know what you’re talking about. What Braixen?
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.