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[drinkuntilidie]

[Anyone listening to their journal right now gets to hear the delightful sound of Kevas retching into a bucket. He's tried to keep his suffering silent for as long as he can, but with all the vomiting, shaking, and his head feeling like it's splitting open, Kevas just doesn't care any more.]

I want someone to do me a favor.

[Kevas sounds tired and absolutely miserable right now.]

Find a gun, come to my room, put it against my head, and pull the trigger. I'd apprecia-[Hang on, he's emptying out his stomach again.]

Appreciate it.

Comments

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Then it's a good thing I don't care, but what I would like to know is what a brat who does nothing but bitch and moan deserve?

[Harsh? Maybe, but he's in no mood for Sollux's attitude.]

Re: [Text]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*He could get angry here; he would really like to, but he can't really do anything to Kevas. Not with the rules here.
So he gets childish instead.*

at lea2t ii can leave my room.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Even without the rules Kevas doesn't see Sollux as a threat.]

Way to prove that you aren't a brat.

Re: [Text]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Hopefully they'll never have to find out if he was or not.*

ii never 2aiid ii wa2n't a jerk.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Touche brat, touche.