ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE

[tehpuck]

Honestly. Is it midnight yet? Spending the entire day smelling of milk wasn't particularly my intent. And before anyone feels it their mission in life to point out that I could have simply avoided this grievous injustice done to my hair and completion, I'll point out that only barbarians do not wash themselves, and after a rather strenuous night

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[captainshort]

Thank the gods it's midnight. If I had to endure another minute of your complaining, so help me, I would have punched you.

[ooc; is she serious? ... well, she did punch a 12 year old boy. >___>]

[tehpuck]

Holly dearest, this is my hair we're talking about. Covered in milk for twenty-four hours, can you imagine? I have every right to express my woes to willing ears.

[captainshort]

I'm sorry; and when did I give you the impression that my ears were willing?

[tehpuck]

All ears are willing; this is me we're talking about, here, Holly. Do try to keep up. I know, I know, it may be difficult, what with my absences becoming more and more common and the pangs of missing me, more and more frequent, but do stuggle to carry on.

[nogoldbikinis]

You could have used the ocean.

1/2

[tehpuck]

Really, what is it with you people and the image of my naked body, tossed and turned by the currents of Neptune's salty realm...

[tehpuck]

...Lea?

[nogoldbikinis]

...I wasn't imagining that at all, thanks.

It's Leia.