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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 4:55 pm
0A
My...my wand has.
Uhm.
...Grown?
I didn't really believe her, you know, when she said that it would turn into a baby. The wand was creepy and covered in cobwebs that never came off and stared at me with so many eyes, but.
I didn't expect to get a kid from all this. He is small and white and I had to run to goodwill and spend my warcraft money on some overalls and baby food...but getting baby food for a boy that looks albino is really difficult. Difficult like tier four armour.
Yea.
He is sitting across from me, right now, playing with a star he rummaged from the discard bin in goodwill, and i doused it in bleach a few times just in case. That's probably not sanitary, but he's not eating it.
Just staring at it with those eyes of his--
black. Black right on up to the lashes, lashes, lashes. Black like a voidwalker's eyes are white.
I don't know what to do with him. I don't have a home or a life and I was so content, me and Sinatra, I just.
God this is confusing and I don't like it.
WTS Child.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 3:08 pm
0B
It's been a long time and a long story and I don't really know where to start or end or sort of jolt along like a retarded zhevra or something idk...He's been awful. Whining and demanding with his soulless little black eyes and fangs that help him get into my stash of warcraft cards and eating them all and...I'm getting ahead of myself. Sry. Sam says I should learn how to talk normal ish but he's nice and really sort of weird. And old. And scruffy.
Iiii WTB razor for him, srsly. Uhm...
He's not that bad, really. Sinatra likes him a whole lot and the little b*****d (his name is JD btw which is short for James Dean. I hope he does not die similarly IDK.) We rummaged about enough and I found some well worn overalls that looks like they were made with someone with like fifteen points into tailoring YEARS ago but Sam let me use his washer though he had to show me how again because I keep forgetting.
I get to stay there. In his house. He has a shop/house but I get to sleep in the stockroom. It's sort of his basement and he's on top and I guess it's a bit like a shop sandwich. Yeah. A shop sandwich, only he sells sort of just stuff and not really any sandwich things at all. I like sandwiches, especially when they're not just pieces with mold scraped off and lettuce and whatever condiment I can find.
I invade his kitchen a lot to make them. Double, triple deckers. Dagwood sort of I guess style sandwiches. Well. Whatever. Back to the hellion. He whines in the weirdest voice, sort of like WC personified and it's creepy. His little spiderlegs pick things up and move him about or help him. It's like Doc Ock only Doc Spock only not Star Trek. IDK.
He's starting to talk. Sah oong, dada, shuttup. Stuff like that. Puppweh, Sinawa. The puppy soaks it all up, they'd make a good party together in some epic quest. I don't trust him, he's 'my child' but I don't feel like a dad or a sire or a guardian at all.
Maybe it's me. Sam says I'll be fine. Idk.
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