(*kicks thread where it hurts* CREATOR FORSAKE YOU, I COMMAND THEE TO LIVE.
While Dexter blabbered away about how he couldn't possibly come but would love to and I snuck in some inklings of considering coming because we'd be on a beach and the little voice deep inside my head really wanted to see him without a shirt on, (*deep berath*) I sent a quick text to Rosa. I'll be coming shortly, maybe with Dexter. Hasn't decided yet. There's blood in the fridge.
to stave off her boredom. An ancedote was quickly sent too, And there's some English-Spanish dictionaries and a Rosetta Stone program in the suite. Fear not. They wilt understand thee.
I briefly wondered why I was speaking in old English, but shook off the thought to pay attention to Dexter, who's gesturing as he thought was getting quite animated. Whoops. Must have left the "influence" switch on.