♕ |[67]| There is no way you are the pine-scented air.

[had_not_lived]

[AUDIO]

--you're an eleven, at least.

[There's a pause, and then--]

Oh, God, did this thing turn o--

[CLICK.]

[ooc; Neil is affected by Hot or Not? today 8)]

Comments

[dulcisnuntius]

... so who's the eleven?

[had_not_lived]

I didn't mean to post that.

...Five.

[dulcisnuntius]

I'd probably be offended if I were in my real body today. I could totally be outraged on Hanna's behalf, though.

[had_not_lived]

Well I don't know you-- either of you, I guess-- all that well.

[manofgnee]

I didn't know the scale could go up to eleven...

[had_not_lived]

Five. Oh god I can't help it, I'm sorry...

Aren't scales arbitrary?

[manofgnee]

I thought most went up to ten.

[had_not_lived]

Well eleven is better than ten...

[repeatshimself]

Who's a what?

[had_not_lived]

Nothing, it's just-- I-- oh, damn...

You're somewhere between a 7 and an 8.

[repeatshimself]

Wh----

Oh.

[had_not_lived]

I'm sorry, I really can't help it.

[had_not_lived]

[Looking more than a little horrified, Neil nods.]

[had_not_lived]

[Neil is already checking, his jaw tight, expression pale.]

It's... I mean-- it could be worse.

[primrosella]

Oh, no, it's that one, is it?

[had_not_lived]

It is, and I can't help it, I'm afraid.

Nine.

[primrosella]

I'm sorry to hear it. I've had that one before, too, and it always manages to make an ordinary day into a terribly silly one.

And, er...thank you.

[had_not_lived]

It wouldn't be so bad if my device didn't choose the perfect time to-- well, it always does, of course.

I hope you weren't struck with anything today?