for your own protection over their affection

[campjesus]

[ there's a blanket fort taking up one corner of the room - one out of many corners, since it's not unusual for it to have more than four, somehow. various bits of furniture have been pushed around it to drape blankets off of and it's very dark except a dim light barely shining through the draped sheets.

a tiny vampire is inside, rearranging piles of bones with his fingers and teeth. after a minute, a tiny hand reaches out and hangs some of them from a hook. they're bent into unnatural shapes, spelling out 'TOP SECRET !! KEEP OUT !!!'

... at least they look too small to be human. probably raccoon or something. ]

Comments

[campjesus]

Plus the side effect of making you completely unemployable?

[likethedead]

That was my dad's objection, yeah.

[campjesus]

That's the kind of tattoo you get if you work at a tattoo studio.

[likethedead]

That's on the bottom of the list of 'things to do other than waste my life.' It's a long one.

[campjesus]

What's on the top?

[likethedead]

'You're smart enough to go to college, why are you working at a corner store and hanging out with creepy people.' There's a lot of editorializing on it, I'm apparently not allowed to make my own comments.

[campjesus]

College is overrated. I mean look at me, I never went and here I am, a delinquent with no job prospects. Uh. Or something.

[likethedead]

Oh, good, we can start a club! There's no health benefits and people yell at you for shit that's not you're fault, so, you know, it's an awesome club.

[campjesus]

Nobody yells much at me anymore.

[likethedead]

That's a good thing... right?