voice; december 17th

[devilstongue]

[ Oh hey it's a Molly! ]

So... did anyone happen to bring with them something fun from their world? Something that can take your mind off from things for a while?

Something exciting?

[ That almost-not-there Irish-like lilt is very overly cheery. Someone's had a hard month. ]

Just a little tiny thing that makes you forget about everything else?

Drugs. I'm fishing for drugs.

Comments

[postictal]

well someone's gotta drink all this

[Lord knows Tim can't.]

[devilstongue]

Do not worry, my dear, I didn't say I was giving it up for good!

[postictal]

alright
good luck with the drug hunt i guess
you could always ask the storyteller

[devilstongue]

Thank you very much~!

...and I already spent all my stories on wonderful fashion.

[ That's a lie, he was getting necessities for his friends, but why not lie? There's been too much truth lately, and he kinda likes riling this guy up. ]

[postictal]

i guess that'd do it

[Good luck with that. Tim's emotional baseline makes that a tad difficult.]

[devilstongue]

[ Aww. ]

Oh, come on. You get all up in arms about Yasha's barber service but you don't want to play with me?

I'm hurt.

[postictal]

you have a weird definition of "up in arms" buddy

I'm so sorry he's such a dick

[devilstongue]

Well, you were being far too invested in ruining her day. A strange hill to die on, but whatever.

I was fishing for some drama for me, and I get nothing? No drugs and no fun, this place really is awful.

lmao im sorry tim is just the worst for this

[postictal]

im really not the best guy for that kind of thing
sorry i guess

[devilstongue]

Boo. You suck.

[postictal]

guess so