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.]]

Comments

[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.]