004 || Of Balls and Bruises

[crimsonmischief]

Perhaps trying to climb all the way up the slide wasn--

[And here a line of ink streaks across the page, as if the writer suddenly took a dodgeball to the head. Which he did.]

--wasn't the best of ideas... Might I possibly trouble anyone for a bit of help please? My butt is getting quite sore under all the balls' loving attentions.

_{{OOC: Crimson, being the intelligent man that he is, forgot that while he may be a child on the inside, he's mostly definitely not a child on the outside. Which isn't exactly the smartest of things to forget when playing on playground sized for children. Guess who's stuck in this slide, with only his head and one arm sticking out from the top?}}

Comments

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Whatever. Maybe you just wish I did.

[spandexisyouth]

You are with me. Therefore you must have standards.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I follow this chain of logic. Better explain it to the class, Teacher-san.

[spandexisyouth]

You are not with just anyone. Nor are you running around seeing more people. You are with just one person, and so therefore you have standards. And this means that it means something that you are with me!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah. Right. If you say so.

I'll try to remember that I apparently have "standards" from now on.

[spandexisyouth]

I do say so. That is why I wrote it!

Good!