@Nox: Ok, good to know :3. Maybe Red has some here in the pub...?

*returns with a box filled with energy drinks*

hereyougobabe <3
Ilovechuforever.
:3
You know I spoil ya!

*has never met you before* XD

who wants to go to the Subway and get me a sandwich? :D

My grandma wants me to go outside. I said it was cold and lonely out there.

*leaves and returns with a sammich*

MANLY SAMMICH! *slaps a small beard onto it*
Eat it. >:I

*puts on song in the pub*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9G0-4TWwew

owo It's Sh Boom Sh Boom by the Crew Cuts.. Ooooold.

Mm, knowing me, if I actually start talking beyond the occasional five-word single-sentence response, I just might go on and accidentally spout a poem or two. Then she'll look at me like I've grown another head and tell the rest of my family that I'm crazy.

*Slides Nexus an energy drink* I can do that, here you go.

Willis: You could call me and take your walk.

o.O. That's rather surprising. Why would anyone think poetry makes a person crazy...? In any case I wish you luck convincing her to let you stay inside.

@Nex: That's good to hear :3. Let's hope it's effects don't go away anytime soon.

Not so much poetry in itself, but... speaking in poems and metaphors as I am prone to do when I forget myself from time to time does raise some eyebrows. Apparently that's not typical, and anything out of the ordinary is grounds for mental evaluation as far as my family is concerned.

But actually, that walk does sound like a good idea so long as I don't have to take it alone. Haven't walked and talked to my Willis in ages.

PFFFFF it never bothered me.

And woot! Hopefully next week we'll have a real walk and I'll be with you, instead of just on your phone.

I am ready for the call.