Musings: Even Sugar Cubes Make Me Sad, Now...

[amarissia]

Click below only if you have either an interest in spoiler-filled Death Note ranting or just way too much time on your hands.

Well, not really to blame, totally. My dear Scripta, aside from writing fic that delights me, has gotten me into two new fandoms now, and I'm grateful for both. But... *wibble* It just isn't fair! You can't get someone into a fandom with the kewlest character since Sephy-Pants himself and casually forget to mention that he will be suddenly killed off and replaced by another letter. What is with this Near person? ("Not-L", to me.) Is it a he, a she, what?

I know I'm being childish, so you can stop looking at me like that, Angeal, and go back to staring at Zack's nether regions.

Zack: "Hey!"
Angeal: "I wasn't!"

Yes, childish. I also don't like Mello. And I haven't met this Matt person yet, but I'm fairly certain I won't like him either. And stacking dice is stupid. *pout*

Sephy-Pants: *sigh* "I cannot believe I am saying this, but perhaps if you go write, you'll feel better."

*pulls legs up onto chair* Don't wanna. And this is your fault too, Sephy. If you hadn't identified so much with Light, I wouldn't have wasted so much time worrying about him. You need to stop encouraging me when I claim that the murderous psychopath really just needs a bit of cuddling, even if it was apparently true in your case.

Sephy-Pants: "..." *sigh* "It's not as though I'm pleased with this turn of events either. L-san would have been a worthy adversary, were I not too public a figure for him to want to pursue. We all like him."

And not in a creepy-staring-stalking way either. Except for Genesis.

Sephy-Pants: "Were it not for this distraction of his kitten and the little playdate with Sora, Cloud would probably still be crying."

*sigh* Which is what I feel like doing. I mean, most of the Choir has "died" at one point or another, but I knew those were coming. And obviously, they weren't permanent. They're still around whenever I want them.

Sephy-Pants: "Can we not still converse with Scripta's L? I thought we had planned that I would teach him sword-fighting."

Well...yeah. But still. Just to make me feel better, we need to go to Japan, find a manga-writer sitting with his feet up on his chair, and give him what-for.

Zack: "Uh, yeah. We'll get right on that."