IC Prospective (6th year)

[immortalvino]

Characer: Claire Stanfield (Baccano!)
Mun: Sio
Plot Specific: No.


[The following lines are interspersed with a a very high number grease spots and gravy splatters.]

So, I just realized there's only ten days until we'll be going home for the holidays.

Are you guys as excited as I am? I can already tell that this year's got one Hell of a Christmas in store. Don't ask me how. I just know.

If nothing else, I'll get to see King's Cross again and that's always pretty amazing, isn't it? I could just spend days there, if they'd let me.

Comments

[heartwrenching]

GOOD, DO THAT, DO EXACTLY THAT. Follow those instincts to slink around King's Cross indefinitely! Eat, sleep, and breathe the station to the exclusion of everything else!

After all, that's one less weasel getting his greasy mitts all over the streets, ALL OVER Russo family turf. Case in point: take a look at what a sloppy mess you've made of your journal! We Russos just can't have you doing the same to good old London town, now can we?

[immortalvino]

You know, that's not a bad idea. In good time, I may do just that! Spend some quality time with the rails, maybe see a little more of the world.

[gravy splatter]

But until then, I think London's probably big enough for the both of us. And I say that with the Russo family's best interests at heart.

And what's wrong with my journal? [gravy blot] You can read everything I'm saying, can't you?

[heartwrenching]

Best interests...? Our best interests?! Check your spelling! It's terrible! You seem to have misspelled "ENDLESS HAIR-PULLING FRUSTRATION" as "best interests"!

And as for your journal, it's an affront to my eyes! Yes, true, yes indeed I can read what you say, but only just! It's a constant uphill battle! I have to trudge up and up and up the hill of understanding to make out what you're saying through your sloppy ways!

[An immense quantity of inkblots - he probably shattered his quill while writing.]

And anyone who doesn't have the basic dignity - even the tiniest sliver of courtesy - to keep their journal neat is the worst kind of human being!

[immortalvino]

[Grease spot]

Hey now, if sharing London with another family is too much for the Russos, they can always bow out. I hear Birmingham's really nice this time of year.

[errant trail of creamed spinach] Maybe you could get your eyes checked while you're there, because I'm really not seeing anything wrong with my journal. [gravy blot] You, on the other hand, seem to have spilled your inkwell all over yours. You should be more careful.

[heartwrenching]

OR - and this is just a suggestion, mind you, albeit a very strongly worded and even MORE strongly considered one - the Gandors could be the one to high-tail it out of London! If you love Birmingham so much, why don't you and yours close up shop and relocate there? Or even better, how about you go to THE MOON?! It's an untapped market!

Once again, you just gotta go and prove that you come from Opposite Land or something! My eyes are not only sharp, accurate, and fully capable, but also the most charming shade of baby blue. I know I read somewhere that people with blue eyes have much better vision! And though I do see a few drops of ink on my page - ink spilled in pure righteous fury - it's got NOTHING on the guerilla warfare your bad table manners are waging against the journal system!!