Aug2
Oh, /door/, never change.
- Wolf Kazumaru: oh god is your odor gravy?
- Wolf Kazumaru: *door
- Cirrial: i do not smell like gravy
- Wolf Kazumaru: I would hope not.
- Wolf Kazumaru: Are your clothes gravy?
- Cirrial: that is a nasty rumour spread to discredit me
- Wolf Kazumaru: If they are then you'd smell like gravy.
- Cirrial smells
- Cirrial: good lord
- Cirrial: they ARE made of gravy
- Cirrial: so THAT explains the horrific scalding pain
- Andrew!: and the way people lick you
- Cirrial: i thought that was just what homeless people did anyway!
- Andrew!: lick lick lick
- Wolf Kazumaru: i love you guys
