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[dignity_misery]

I guess it's my turn.

[Well, hello City. Carla is sitting on the floor, watching Peanut shake... something. The puppy is really enjoying himself, growling and yipping in high trills that are far from intimidating.]

A year isn't much, I know some of you have been here longer. I think the tradition is to complain about it, but...

[Finally, she reaches over to take the thing from Peanut. It's a bird. And those who've known her all this year long might recognize a barbet when they see one. Carla smiles lazily.]

I'm fine with staying. Come here, Peanut.

Comments

[dignity_misery]

[She certainly doesn't look like she's being serious...]

I would.

[intheblanks]

A year's a long time.

[dignity_misery]

No it isn't.

[Because... they're not children, at all.]

[intheblanks]

Right. I forgot about your infinite patience.

[dignity_misery]

Infinite.

[She sat and waited five years for her mind to rot.]

[intheblanks]

[And now can't stand to be still.]

Long enough to form a habit.

[dignity_misery]

Which one?

[She'll give him the chance to not irritate her.........]

[intheblanks]

I was being hopeful.

[dignity_misery]

Tch.

[So sorry to disappoint, bro. She will just go back to brushing Peanut's teeth.]

I can be patient.

[intheblanks]

I didn't say you couldn't. I just don't think you'd find it fun.

[dignity_misery]

I don't find it fun.

[That's an agreement.]