[ Hello, Luceti. What a fine day isn't it to be treated to a lovely bloody smear on your journals.
This particular page has now been commandeered by a spreading pool of blood, along with the sound of paper scrunching this way and that as whatever that is bleeding into the page seems to be trying to use the page in order to stop the flow of blood. In vain, so it seems, because a little girlish voice is piping up, full of hurt and petulance.]
Hey... it's not stopping. And it's getting everywhere! Hey, I can't see where I'm going if it's always getting into my eyes...
[That blood smear is growing in size. Hope none of you mind a little blood everywhere. :C Suddenly, the scrunching of paper kinda stops, and the girl speaks up again, still petulant.]
Books are so useless... even if there's so many pages... [the sound of pages flipping, a pause.] Mou, that's too many words! Too many! That's not useful at all!
[A scrunching of a few pages, and the journal is tossed aside.] |
