13 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

[The writing is messy, as the writer is being jostled quite a bit. It probably wouldn't be recognizable if the sentence structure wasn't so distinct.]

This, it is ridiculous! There have been ridiculous things before, but this, it is the most! My chair will not stop! I cannot sit without them taking off and playing music of all things!

I need a gun. To SHOOT MY CHAIRS. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM. If they are shot, they cannot run, hm? Or must I leash them now?

This is the most undignified, ludicrous, utterly stupid thing that has ever happened in this Sphere.

I think I begin to hate my life.

[[ooc: Musical chairs event. Ambassador is currently a hostage of one of his sturdier table chairs. Feel free to see/laugh/mock/be in the path.]]

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[offline OF EPIC]

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Looks like the usual sticks are wearing themselves thin. It's time to break out something a bit stronger.

Like the first hint of tears, for once.]

I j-just wanted a fun ride...

[offline OF EPIC]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Crying? You are now crying? Do not even think to get your tears on my clothes, or I will shove you off.

[Ambassador hadn't the faintest idea what to do with a crying child. By this point he's utterly convinced that he never, ever wants to have a child of his own.]

What even do you want, you infernal crow-voiced annoyance?

Re: [offline OF EPIC]

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

I wanted a ride. [In the plaintive voice of a child bravely holding back his tears in the face of adversity.] I'm sorry I didn't ask. I'm really sorry. Please don't throw me off.

[offline OF EPIC]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Pah! Whatever. Stop crying, or I shall fling you off and be done with you. [He really, really doesn't know what to do with kids. And he thinks he might hate kids.] You should have asked because it is rude to just leap onto someone, but now we both are stuck because I cannot get off this thing with you here and you, you are too scared to jump.

[Maybe Moth was. And maybe he'd respond to that by protesting he was brave and then proving it.]

Re: [offline OF EPIC]

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately for Ambassador, 'Moth' is scared to jump not because he is six but because he has a pretty good handle on physics and what happens when they meet a six years old's fragile body.]

Can I wait until we pass by something soft? [He asks in a tiny voice.]

[offline OF EPIC]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Soft? Soft? What is soft here? Fine. Whatever. [He's peeved, but he knows full well that he'd want something soft too.]

We will wait. But the first thing that is soft, you will be jumping onto. And I do not count as something soft. We are clear?

[offline OF EPIC]

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Huo nodded quite vigorously. Perfectly clear. Especially since soft could be pretty subjective.]

Thank you, Mister. You're nice.

[Let him Ambassador deal with that.]

[offline OF EPIC]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Hah. Nice. If you do not jump, I will shove. I am not nice. I will never be nice. Do not let yourself be deluded.

[He didn't want the pressure of being looked at as nice. It was too much of a burden. Being looked at as an annoyance meant no pressure.]

[offline OF EPIC]

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

You didn't push me yet!

[That was very definitely pushing it, but Huo had been in a pushing-it mood roughly from the moment the event had begun. And conveniently enough, they were just passing a stall selling woven carpets.]

Thanks for the ride, Mister! See you around!

[And just to finish off, he grabbed Ambassador in a quick hug, and leaped off.]

[offline OF EPIC]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Never hug me again!

[They weren't the best last words ever, but they would do. They would have to do, because the little annoyance was gone for now, and Ambassador sped onward, looking for a soft place to dismount for himself.]