"I'm thriving." Liam says. His battle cry. He's wearing two pairs of glasses and there's a red ink smudge on his cheek. He ticks his pen out toward Eva, like he's just had an epiphany. The pen cap goes flying over her shoulder and hits a freshman in the head. "But I do need a nicer fridge apparently. Being a cool teen is so hard."
He rests there, mouth hanging open just a bit. It's possible his battery's finally run out and he'll need some new duracels before he'll generate any new grumbled quips. But, oh, no, wait. There he goes again. "I dozed off for like seven minutes last night and had a dream where an octopus told me that in trying times, when shit's... scary...I could help people by giving them a way to blow off steam." Like Moses and his burning bush. Or is it Noah and the ark? Shit. Sleep more, Blumenthal. A pause, Liam immediately realizes how fucking crazy he sounds. He's going to roll with it. "Hence, uh, this."
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Liam & Eva
Date: 2019-01-29 06:08 pm (UTC)He rests there, mouth hanging open just a bit. It's possible his battery's finally run out and he'll need some new duracels before he'll generate any new grumbled quips. But, oh, no, wait. There he goes again. "I dozed off for like seven minutes last night and had a dream where an octopus told me that in trying times, when shit's... scary...I could help people by giving them a way to blow off steam." Like Moses and his burning bush. Or is it Noah and the ark? Shit. Sleep more, Blumenthal. A pause, Liam immediately realizes how fucking crazy he sounds. He's going to roll with it. "Hence, uh, this."