Well ill be go to hell

[adventureboner]

WHO: Jake and Aradia
WHERE: Aradia's place
WHEN: Sometime last month?
WARNINGS: None? Adjusted as needed of course
SUMMARY: Jake goes to aradias place to chat (aka jake complains a lot)
FORMAT: commentspam


((Rough time trying to figure out how to get all his priorities back into place; considering all the CRAP he's come to know, all the better to talk it out with a good pal!!!!

So he arrived, kicked his shoes off, and followed Aradia around.)) Swell joint you have here, Aradia!!

Comments

[aliveandticking]

I hope it cheered you up a bit! [ she pushes open the door to her room, and what is inside probably makes no sense to jake at all. all of the blankets and pillows have been taken off her bed to make a nest on the floor, and scattered among the pile are empty DVD cases like sharp-edged undercover agents just waiting to stab you in the butt. ]

[adventureboner]

((Fortunately, Jake accepts the weird better than most, but...)) Hehe, what's all this, Aradia? Did you start a pillow fort, bungled up, and said the heck with the finishing?

[aliveandticking]

Jake, I would never bungle a pillow fort. I've been building them since I was a wriggler! [ she flops down in the pile and pats the spot next to her ] Trolls always talk about their feelings in piles. I don't know why, but it just feels right!

this might be my SECOND latest backtag yet

[adventureboner]

Huh! Now that's certainly peculiar by human standards. Nifty, more precisely!! ((A moment later, he flops down with her... Well okay, it's not PECULIAR, per say. Maybe more than he's used to? He lays back as he thinks it over.))

Dang, this thing's cozy too. ((His head turns.)) so is it always pillow fort piles?

i've done worse

[aliveandticking]

It's whatever we have enough of to make a pile with. Horns, robotics parts, bones... it can get pretty uncomfortable.

[ but that's not the important part right now. she puts her chin in her hands and looks at Jake expectantly. let it all out, buddy ]

[adventureboner]

((Excuse him, he is the master of derailment.))

Horns? Like.. aren't those part of your head? Sounds like you'd have to saw off a bunch of trolls horns to get that far. ((...)) Uh... Why are you looking at me like that? ((r u comin' on2 me.))

[aliveandticking]

[ only in the palest of ways my friend ]

Not that kind of horns. And the most important thing about piles is that trolls talk about their feelings in them, you know!

[adventureboner]

Huh! That's really something else, though, I wish we dabbled in feelings piles. ((he knits his fingers over his gut.)) Heck, a little round of the feels might have had Jane and I all cleared up lickety-split.