He's roomed with me for months and he hasn't gotten sick of me yet.You're fine.
That's...weirdly reassuring, actually.No offense.
None taken.I've actively tried to break our friendship and he hasn't gone away. He cares about you, don't worry about it.
He should get an award for, like, patience or something.I'll ask him about it. I was going to see if we could go back to having magic lessons again.
Macaroni salad, put-together, award.... Hm. I think there's something wrong with that sentence. Isn't there some 'homemade' Earth custom involving macaroni? I don't know. Point is, yes, continue your lessons. For both you and him. He needs something familiar.
Haha, what the fuck are you even talking about.That place messed up everyone, didn't it.
God you're young.
Maybe with the 'recent' addiction to phones and technology and the internet that's not a 'thing' anymore.
Yes, it really did.
You're, like, a million years old.
Istredd just always seems so calm and collected. Like nothing can shake him. It's almost annoying.But he was trying to look out for everyone down there, and that couldn't have been easy.
Try several billion, but I get your point.And I get where you're coming from, about Istredd. I've certainly felt that same annoyance. So when he is shaken, trust me when I say it's not........ great.
You care about him a lot.
I think he's the kind of person who gets so wrapped up in caring about everyone else that he forgets to care about himself.
I didn't think he was coming back from that pit because of that.
I got out thanks in part to him.So I'm glad he didn't get to be a martyr.
Yeah. Me too.
Other options:
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[that's the only explanation for how THE DEVIL knows about macaroni art and this wisp of a teenager doesn't
(or you know. cultural differences.)]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
but eventually]