Brick (Technocrat)/Contacts
Revision as of 06:13, 28 September 2013 by imported>Discrastination
- Cig: Stone. Stoner friend. Girl problems? Mom problems? Knows where the Earth drugs at. Not as gay as we'd thought.
- Van: Apparently I'm the worst judge of character. Fuck, you were great. I can't--
- Bryn: Great fencer. Not as male as we'd thought. Real into that dead lady. Wish I could say I was into that, but if you're gonna make me watch lezzes they should at least. Both. Be alive. Man of high standards.
- Gil: Strong impression you've mistaken SoCal for the trackless African savannah circa King Solomon's Mines. Sorry I set fire to all the things that one time.
- Luke: Talks faster than me. Wanna take a lawnmower to his hair. Won't admit to being magic. Frustrating. Enjoyed, would be frustrated again.
- Foster: So many preachers in this town. At least this one doesn't seem to be turning his crazy into magic. One headache fewer.
- Hrafn: how i mine for sense. Cute bird, though.
- everyone else: why is everyone staring at me
