{Nineteen (47)} ♦ He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land

[burnt_orangesky]

Whomever has been following me intermittently the past few days, your comments are irritating, highly distracting, and entirely unwarranted.

[Pen taps.] And do please stop rating my [pause] performance in the shower.

Comments

[crimsonmischief]

_{[You love him anyway?]}

Yes, but I was wondering if you might honor me with another performance~! I'd like to see what they're criticizing.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Tap... tap.] I am very much afraid I only sing in the shower. Obvious exceptions to that rule being the Tree deciding to have a bit of fun.

[crimsonmischief]

_{[Oh Fred, you might as well have given him an engraved invitation.]}

Oh, I don't mind a little water, especially when in the company of a pretty lady~!

[burnt_orangesky]

[She should have known that would be his response, she really should have.]

I do not sing for an audience, so very sorry.

[crimsonmischief]

It'd be a private audience though~

[burnt_orangesky]

As flattered as I no doubt am, I must refuse.

[crimsonmischief]

What a pity... Is there no way to convince you otherwise~?

[burnt_orangesky]

I think not. [B|]

[crimsonmischief]

Alas, I would have enjoyed trying to convince you over ice cream.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Yeah, she's just. Ignoring you now. Sorry, Crimson.]