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--golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 23:13--
GT: Ello dirk! Howre you doing on this magnificent day?
TT: You're peppy today.
TT: Anyways, I'm doin' mighty fine.
TT: I just finished another season of MLP:fim.
TT: And now I have nothin' do with my life.
GT: Oh well. I was pondering if you wanted to join me in watching a movie sometime.
TT: You want me to come out all the way out to your lil' island.
GT: ...
TT: Sounds like fun. I'll be up there in a couple days or somethin'.
TT: I'll have to figure out how to get there in the first place.
TT: And I got shit to pack.
GT: Wonderful! We can watch avatar or indiana jones!
GT: We can even take part in fisticuffs!
TT: Don't get too excited bro. I don't wanna get there and find a Jake English puddle.
TT: Anyways I gotta make like a banana.
TT: And split.
TT: I got tons of shit to pack up.
TT: Talk with ya later.
GT: Bye dirk!
--timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 24:32--
It was after midnight. Dirk ran his hand through his blonde hair. 'Geez how the fuck am I gonna get to that fucking island?' He thought to himself. He would ask Bro help him out but he was most likely out and about, fighting against Betty Crocker or something. Who knows if he's dead or not.
He took off his shades and looked at them in his hand. He could feel a small smile twitched at his lips but it quickly disappeared, an empty feeling filling his chest. His Bro had given him these shades, and they held a significance to Dirk. Those things were the only thing that held a sort of emotional value to him. Them and Cal.
He placed the shades back onto his pale face ahnd speaking of the devil, he heard a rustling, looking around the room to see the creepy little puppet.
"'Sup Cal, you up to some mischief or somethin'?" He looked at the soulless puppet. Cal was a fucking creepy puppet but hey, puppets are totally cool. Cal looked at Dirk with the same empty eyes as always. Sometimes he actually wished that damned puppet would leave him alone, but he needed the company.
He looked at his green Smuppet clock. It's plush rump read '12:51 am'. He needed to get to bed soon. Dirk glanced back at Cal, who had shuffled closer.
"I'm hittin' the sack, Cal," He spoke to the puppet as he stood up and stretched, "Night lil' man." He made his way to his bed, taking his shades off and flopped into the bed, humming a random tune that he had probably picked up off of the internet. He eventually fell asleep, his pesterchum going off every so often from Roxy drunk messaging him again.