ALGEBRA CAN DIAF [dating sim???]

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

[Driven to temporary madness by how utterly moronic people can be, CW is now huddled in the middle of a large patch of grape hyacinths in an alcove of the courtyard, twitching slightly and muttering gutturally to herself. Her hair and clothes are also splattered with something red...

Probably because, painted in very large letters upon the walls of the courtyard, are the words:]

DECOY OCTOPUS LOVES VULCAN RAVEN

[CW continues to twitch.]

Algebra that, fuckers.

[As if CW can give points in this state, but whatever. Courtyards are romantic, right?]

Comments

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

Alge...? What? [Hey, that chick has red paint all over her...!] Did you do this, kid?

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

That's right, [she grins fiercely.] The original message was too subtle for those math-minded fools, so it was up to me to become the lone voice of sanity and reason in this madhouse. Now all shall know the truth! [Hums happily to herself.]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

O...kay. Couldja get rid of it now, Miss Nice Crazy Chick, please?

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

[Smiles dazzlingly at the silly algebraically-addled fool.]

NNO.

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

Fine. I'll do it myself. [Resumes squeegeeing.]

[girlwhocried.livejournal.com]

...

[Kicks over his water bucket.]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

Hey! [glares at the crazy kid.] Fine, be that way! I'll just go an' get another one.

[Tosses the squeegee-onna-stick to the ground, grabs the bucket, and heads back inside for more soapy water.]

I'll be back, brat! This isn't over!