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[songofthedeep]

Cold. Again. I'm going to sleep.

Certain people have the right to come dig my frozen, scaly arse out of the ice if they need me. You know who you are.

The rest of you, piss off.

Comments

[perfectibility]

Cy-san... I want to plan a picnic... and I want to know if you would attend.

[songofthedeep]

A picnic? Sure, all right. If you want me to. Who else is going?

[perfectibility]

Well I was thinking of inviting everyone, especially the new people who have arrived.

[songofthedeep]

..... Er. Why don't you get a guest list... you know, make the lot of them RSVP... and then let me know? And I'll decide once I know that?

No offense to you, luv, but there may be a few people at that party I'm trying to stay clear of.