⇁ 002. (glass city)

[pinwheeled]

[Hello City, have a thoroughly harried-looking (and also very damp) self-important businessman glaring at you.]

Is there seriously no place in this city that isn't made entirely out of glass? Or leaking? Whenever this weather brings one of these glass towers down, I'd rather not be anywhere near it, thank you very much.

[Really, he's probably just still angry over being subjected to yesterday's curse. At least he wasn't caught on the network during it.]

Comments

[pinwheeled]

Mind telling me what there is to be grateful for?

[ironmanic]

A roof over your head, kind and caring deities, and a few exciting curses - not a single word of praise? Heathen.

[pinwheeled]

A few exciting curses.

Like that's supposed to be a plus.

[ironmanic]

Would you prefer a boring, drip-free life? Seriously.

[pinwheeled]

Yes, actually. I prefer "boring" to a dry suit and not having to fight the urge to eat random objects off the street depending on the day.

[ironmanic]

Better or worse than giant sandworms?

[pinwheeled]

[There's a significant pause.]

Better. But that doesn't mean it's necessarily good.

[ironmanic]

The lesser of two evils, my friend. We can't all live in the lap of luxury what with your edible chairs and rubber balls.

[pinwheeled]

[He snorts.] I'd hardly call it edible.

[ironmanic]

Tasty?

[pinwheeled]

No.

[ironmanic]

Nutritious?

[pinwheeled]

What do you think?

[ironmanic]

I'm not the one who gnawed on one.