(no subject)

[hydralize]

Who: Scowl, Others
When: Day 13, Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Where: Near apartment E
What:

[Scowl's sitting just outside apartment E, leaning back against the door. He's gotten a book filled with blank pages from somewhere and is writing furiously in it, a sight that's likely unusual to most given how on edge he's been since arriving here. Who'd have taken Angry McYelly for a writer?

Residents of apartment E might also notice the two main bedrooms are now furnished with five futons split between them.]

Comments

[thevineintervention]

What, will she not take it if she's not the first one to read it?

[hydralize]

I don't know.

[thevineintervention]

Hmm, well, if that's a concern I wouldn't want you to risk it.

[hydralize]

. . . [hands the book over]

[thevineintervention]

You're sure?

[ALREADY FLIPPING THROUGH FOR MENTIONS OF BRO '-']

[hydralize]

I'm sure.

[THERE'S THE TIME HE AND G MET AND HE WAS SICK IN BED FOR A WEEK RECOVERING FROM HORRIBLE SWAMP THINGS '-']

[thevineintervention]

[touches the page]


. . . doofus.

[hydralize]

[glances at the page]

. . . He was a good guy.

[thevineintervention]

Of course he was! He was a Ferham, wasn't he?

[hydralize]

Yeah, he was. You were a good family.