{Animus}

[adstring_npc]

it's too dry you should've listened
we don't like it

we warned you

the weather forecast was wrong

someone tell me, whose is it?

Comments

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we like it
it's soothing

[keytothekindgom.livejournal.com]

Never!?

[Oh, no. This will not fly, Animus.]

But I hate it!

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we'll like it extra hard for you

[keytothekindgom.livejournal.com]

That's not how it works!

[Sora groans, falling back against a pillow.]

Just...make it stop, okay? I'll have Riku bake you guys cookies!

[Even...whatever the hell the Animus were had to like cookies, right?]

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

you couldn't make enough

[keytothekindgom.livejournal.com]

Sure he could! How many do you need?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

as of last census

[keytothekindgom.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[Well, that was a lot of damn cookies.]

How about twelve?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

if you can't bring enough to share with the class

don't bring anything at all