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[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

[Action]


[Times are troubled, sure, but that's no reason not to go on a lovely stroll through the park. Is... is that a homeless child sleeping on that bench? In broad daylight? Fortunately he's short and skinny enough to use his enormous scarf as a blanket. Won't really help him if he gets murdered, though. It's really a crying shame, this economy.

He sleepily mumbles something about exploding pudding and begins to stir.]


[Later; also action but not as public]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the door of Room 1313 of Bay View Hotel!]

I'm sick of playing hobo, dammit! Let me in right now! I order you!

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[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

[Still pretty much sleep-talking, but getting a little closer to consciousness. Also he brushed the coat off kind of annoyed!]

Leave me alone, old man...

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

[...Snort. There's something very familiar about that.]

[Coat back on there though, pwahaha.]

Oi. I'm not old. And a bench is a shitty place to sleep.

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it...


[...Wait. Stretch and yawn time.]


Who the hell do you think you are, watching me sleep?

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

I wasn't. Tch. Not my fault you're sleeping out in public on a bench.

[He really just got there.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault, either. Stupid spiteful insubordinate...

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[He is amused. Sorry bro, you remind him of him when he was nine.]

If I was you, I'd find a better place to sleep before some creep catches you off guard, kid.

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

Too late for that, creep. And don't call me a kid.

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

A kid's a kid, and I'm not a creep.

[Nope.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

[So begins an argument with the potential to last forever.]


Leave it to a human creep to make hare-brained judgments based on appearances! Do you even realize you're talking to an Overlord?

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy, another one. /adds to the list]

An overlord? Of who? Kid hobos?

[Snark snark snark.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

Oh, so just because I haven't technically had a home for the past month or two I'm automatically a hobo?

[...Forget he asked that.]

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, that's grounds for being a hobo. The night monsters are gonna murder you, kid.

[He might have meant that literally...]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

The risk might have occurred to me. I'm completely on top of the situation.

[One of these statements is a lie.]

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

Tch. So you're a foreigner then. Just get a room at the hotel.

[He sees you.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

I already have one, but my worthless vassals won't let me in.

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

Get another one.

[Shrug.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

And let them win? Like hell!

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

Just get a better one and show 'em you don't need 'em.

[Hmph.]

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

[But he does need th--ABORTING THOUGHT that is the worst thought.]

Hmph! I don't feel like it!