{Sixteen (44)} &diams I want your leather-studded KISS in the sand

[burnt_orangesky]

My garb appears to be composed entirely of raw meat.

[Pen taps]

I certainly hope this does not last very long. Aside from the fact that it will very soon start to smell rather horrible, I can well imagine animals will be following me about the Sphere for as long as I am forced to wear it. Aven certainly likes doing so.

That aside, did anyone else become plastered with bits of sticky paper that have 'Hi! My name is' along with varied [pause] occasionally quite rude name suggestions today?

-Fred

Comments

[of-mindelan.livejournal.com]

All right. If you change your mind, though, I'd advise packing it in salt.

[burnt_orangesky]

That would be a most strange way to sleep, but I will keep the suggestion in mind. Thank you.

I could be mistaken, but I do not believe I have ever spoken to you directly via the journals, though your writing is somewhat familiar. Would you be so good as to tell me your name, please?

[of-mindelan.livejournal.com]

I doubt there's a right way to cure meat that's forced to act like clothing, anyway.

I'm Mindelan. A pleasure to [slightest pause] not actually meet you.

[burnt_orangesky]

Hopefully it will not [pause, ink spot from resting her pen against the page] harm me to wear this for a few days.

Perhaps we will do so properly at some point in the future.

[of-mindelan.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't, if things happen like they usually do here. It should... stay fresh, or just start to smell without rotting more.

Hopefully. When you're again properly dressed.

[burnt_orangesky]

I shall fervently hope for the former.

Indeed.