023 ♪ [Forward dated to Monday]

[numanstan]

[It's a lovely day in Mayfield-town, especially in the beautiful park-- except for one particular bench, which seems to be surrounded by a deep, penetrating sense of wrong. On this bench sits Vince, dressed in his punk outfit. He's chatting with a local crow, apparently gossiping about people as they walk by.]

Ha, yeah, she's such a slag, right?

[He'

Comments

[a_gentle_boy]

Good morning, Mr. Vince. And hello, Mr. Crow.

crying forever ;n;

[numanstan]

[just

ignoring]

='(

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . Mr. Vince? Is everything OK?

I am dead inside now

[numanstan]

Didn't I tell y'to stop fuckin' callin' me that, y'brat?

hi do you mind a late tag

[jazz_trance]

[OBLIVIOUS TO THE EVIL AURA, OF COURSE.]

Gossiping with the crows again, are you?

nah man it's all good

[numanstan]

[completely

and totally

ignoring him]

[jazz_trance]

Hey. Hello? You goin' deaf?

[Snaps his fingers in front of Vince's face a few times.]

[numanstan]

[swats his hand away]

What's with losers these days and thinkin' normal people'd want to talk to 'em?