Disclaimer: If you want one, look at the last chapter.
Author's Note: Well, here's the second chapter I promised. Hopefully this'll smooth things over somewhat as things get closer to Blue's birthday in the fic.
True Blue: . EVIL CROSSBREED!
Fira: XP! Anyway, as always, review!
June 19, 3224 A.W.
.Okay! I'll tell! Me and my group got out, started doing what we had to, the usual stealing biz, when I spotted this one really rich peep who was probably carrying a MASSIVE wad of money with him. So I figured, "Okay, usual pick-pocketing, nothing out of the norm" (no pun intended). Well I started coming up behind this guy to steal his wallet and I was just about to bump into him so that I could get it, when I caught his scent. It was him. Needless to say, I narrowly avoided freaking out. To make sure that any other orf watching me wouldn't suspect anything I followed him until he got to this crowd and disappeared. I stopped following him then, pretending to blame my inability to get his money on bad timing. I simply stole some money from some other rich unfortunate and continued with my day as if nothing had happened. Well, I thought everything was okay, and just as it was getting towards a time I like to refer to as "lights out" (which is about eight p.m. We usually shut off the lights at that time for a couple hours because that's when the robots sweep past my group's home), this one lemur in my group, Fang, asked me why I had hesitated. He saw me when I caught the tick's scent and stopped for a few seconds. He saw me slip up. "Just thinking," I replied to her question. "About what?," she pried. One thing about Fang, her street-name should have been "Nosy". "Nothing worth mentioning." So of course she wouldn't leave me alone about it and kept bugging me. I swear, she was acting like a twiner if I ever saw one! Finally I ended up growling at her that he was a tick that had a reputation for causing problems for orfs and that I thought for a second that he had heard me. I doubt she bought it. Fang just snorted at me after I came up with that lame excuse and walked off without another word. I severely hope that she won't tell anyone else about her doubts about me. If she has any. Last thing I need is to have other orfs start asking questions. Too many questions get asked and I might accidentally let something slip. It's happened to loads of peeps. There are some things a person should just never talk about; like what happened to me for example! I don't like to think of the possibility because she's part of my group and therefore part of my "family", but Fang just might be my enemy on this issue. I'm gonna have to watch myself around her so that I don't let something slip.
June 20, 3224 A.W.
Insane. Completely and utterly insane. My birthday is on the 23rd. Funny I can remember that and how old I am, but not anything about my family. I just now noticed that people have been having long conversations which they stop when I show up. The only way I know it isn't anything bad that I might have to worry about is because they treat me the same as they always did. Either they're planning something for my birthday, or they're all involved in a massive plot to take over the planet and not let me know. I think the first one is more likely. ( I actually caught Tech working on something that he didn't want me to see. Tech is another friend of mine, he's a purple walrus. That in and of itself would make me feel sorry for him, but he makes up for it by being a techno-wizard. That's why his street name is "Tech". It's short for techno-wizard. Maybe he's making me a toaster. Hmm. That's an interesting mental image. A blue toaster with my head on it and my feet. .Yes, before you even think it, I know I'm insane. I thought I already established that. Blue toasty-ness. I'm so yiffing weird. Maybe I'll get an alarm clock, the Goddess herself knows I need one! Otherwise I wouldn't get out of bed until NOON. Until then, there's an annoying French coyote who works just fine by on purposely making his accent even worse than normal in the morning. For the most part Yote is pretty good about his accent and he's pretty cool, it's just that in the morning I can't stand his accent at all because I'm in zombie mode. Too many complications of language in the morning make me a jerk. Mainly because my brain tries to explode because I don't understand. I probably have the reading level of a yiffing fifth-grader! Not too surprising considering my life, but personally I'd like to at least be able to show off in something other than speed or stealing sometimes. Maybe I can apply for the world's densest hedgehog award. Sarcasm, it's a kick. Isn't my self-esteem wonderful? I need yipping therapy. Not like I could find a counselor to help me out anyway; the last one that did is dead, so I'm kinda S.O.L. And there's no way in hell I'm letting anybody in my group examine my head. ** grinning ** I'm afraid that they'd mess my head up worse than it already is! I so need to get some therapy. It'd help some, at the very least. Maybe Salamendestriana could smuggle me into the castle and take me to a counselor or something. Yeah right, like that'd ever happen. Oh well, this is my lot for the time being, might as well accept it and keep on stepping.
Author's Note: Well, here's the second chapter I promised. Hopefully this'll smooth things over somewhat as things get closer to Blue's birthday in the fic.
True Blue: . EVIL CROSSBREED!
Fira: XP! Anyway, as always, review!
June 19, 3224 A.W.
.Okay! I'll tell! Me and my group got out, started doing what we had to, the usual stealing biz, when I spotted this one really rich peep who was probably carrying a MASSIVE wad of money with him. So I figured, "Okay, usual pick-pocketing, nothing out of the norm" (no pun intended). Well I started coming up behind this guy to steal his wallet and I was just about to bump into him so that I could get it, when I caught his scent. It was him. Needless to say, I narrowly avoided freaking out. To make sure that any other orf watching me wouldn't suspect anything I followed him until he got to this crowd and disappeared. I stopped following him then, pretending to blame my inability to get his money on bad timing. I simply stole some money from some other rich unfortunate and continued with my day as if nothing had happened. Well, I thought everything was okay, and just as it was getting towards a time I like to refer to as "lights out" (which is about eight p.m. We usually shut off the lights at that time for a couple hours because that's when the robots sweep past my group's home), this one lemur in my group, Fang, asked me why I had hesitated. He saw me when I caught the tick's scent and stopped for a few seconds. He saw me slip up. "Just thinking," I replied to her question. "About what?," she pried. One thing about Fang, her street-name should have been "Nosy". "Nothing worth mentioning." So of course she wouldn't leave me alone about it and kept bugging me. I swear, she was acting like a twiner if I ever saw one! Finally I ended up growling at her that he was a tick that had a reputation for causing problems for orfs and that I thought for a second that he had heard me. I doubt she bought it. Fang just snorted at me after I came up with that lame excuse and walked off without another word. I severely hope that she won't tell anyone else about her doubts about me. If she has any. Last thing I need is to have other orfs start asking questions. Too many questions get asked and I might accidentally let something slip. It's happened to loads of peeps. There are some things a person should just never talk about; like what happened to me for example! I don't like to think of the possibility because she's part of my group and therefore part of my "family", but Fang just might be my enemy on this issue. I'm gonna have to watch myself around her so that I don't let something slip.
June 20, 3224 A.W.
Insane. Completely and utterly insane. My birthday is on the 23rd. Funny I can remember that and how old I am, but not anything about my family. I just now noticed that people have been having long conversations which they stop when I show up. The only way I know it isn't anything bad that I might have to worry about is because they treat me the same as they always did. Either they're planning something for my birthday, or they're all involved in a massive plot to take over the planet and not let me know. I think the first one is more likely. ( I actually caught Tech working on something that he didn't want me to see. Tech is another friend of mine, he's a purple walrus. That in and of itself would make me feel sorry for him, but he makes up for it by being a techno-wizard. That's why his street name is "Tech". It's short for techno-wizard. Maybe he's making me a toaster. Hmm. That's an interesting mental image. A blue toaster with my head on it and my feet. .Yes, before you even think it, I know I'm insane. I thought I already established that. Blue toasty-ness. I'm so yiffing weird. Maybe I'll get an alarm clock, the Goddess herself knows I need one! Otherwise I wouldn't get out of bed until NOON. Until then, there's an annoying French coyote who works just fine by on purposely making his accent even worse than normal in the morning. For the most part Yote is pretty good about his accent and he's pretty cool, it's just that in the morning I can't stand his accent at all because I'm in zombie mode. Too many complications of language in the morning make me a jerk. Mainly because my brain tries to explode because I don't understand. I probably have the reading level of a yiffing fifth-grader! Not too surprising considering my life, but personally I'd like to at least be able to show off in something other than speed or stealing sometimes. Maybe I can apply for the world's densest hedgehog award. Sarcasm, it's a kick. Isn't my self-esteem wonderful? I need yipping therapy. Not like I could find a counselor to help me out anyway; the last one that did is dead, so I'm kinda S.O.L. And there's no way in hell I'm letting anybody in my group examine my head. ** grinning ** I'm afraid that they'd mess my head up worse than it already is! I so need to get some therapy. It'd help some, at the very least. Maybe Salamendestriana could smuggle me into the castle and take me to a counselor or something. Yeah right, like that'd ever happen. Oh well, this is my lot for the time being, might as well accept it and keep on stepping.
