log; i don't even know

[oaf]

[This is probably one of the weirdest guild requests L'Arc has ever gotten but whatever money is money!!!

So yeah. Knocking once and then BARGING INTO THE HOUSE like all good video game characters.]

Hello?

Comments

horrible is great, you know this.

[cherisher]

What!?

[WORST BABYSITTER EVER. Huffing, he turns and crosses his arms. A la Cecille, L'Arc. A la Cecille.]

I'm not answering after that.

... sob this is true.

[oaf]

[... Yeah, he is so telling Cecille this just to see how she'll react to knowing she acted like Serge when he was little—

ALSO, IGNORING.]

I mean, it's not like I told you my full name or anything.

[jan]

[cherisher]

[WHIPPING BACK AROUND WITH UNFOLDED ARMS.]

Tell me your last name is Uncool.

[jae]

[oaf]

Only if yours is Loser.

[jan]!!

[cherisher]

I don't have a last name!

[hello orphan]

[jae]!!

[oaf]

... Right, I forgot. You grew up in that church, didn't you?

[2/3] ACTUALLY NO

[oaf]

... But that's not the point here!

okay now done

[oaf]

[...]

Lagoon!

[oh what the hell he doesn't even know what he's saying anymore. this is too weird.]

My name is L'Arc Bright Lagoon. Ring any bells, Mr. Babies-Aren't-Born-Grown-Up?

what a troll

[cherisher]

[do you see this face, L'Arc.

it's the face of a traumatized 14-year-old babe that I lack the icon to do justice.]

. . . Not to offend, but did you hit your head coming in?

no you

[oaf]

[yeah well he doesn't care.]

You know, I wouldn't be surprised if I did.

... If only because it'd explain why I'm hallucinating that some kid is claiming to be Leon.

yes me -- I mean

[cherisher]

[Leon is an honest boy. If there's one thing he makes sure to be, it's being truthful.

So that is totally uncalled for and brash and brutish and apish and make L'Arc seem like the fugly hairy monster hiding in the closet. Not Leon's closet. Rex's, apparently. Gross.]

Are you calling me a liar!?

ha yes you

[oaf]

[what the hell does that even mean, Jae.]

No, just crazy.

um no you

[cherisher]

[it's the meaning of life. something.]

The crazy one is you. You're a stalker, aren't you?

[It'd explain how L'Arc knows so much.]

uh what no you

[oaf]

... Wow. You know, I don't think I've been accused of that one before.

um yes only you

[cherisher]

. . . You sounded really creepy just now.

what no you too

[oaf]

Hey! At least I'm nowhere near as bad as you—in the future, or something. If you're really Leon, you grow up to be a pretty creepy old man, you know that?

oh if it's both of us that's fine too

[cherisher]

Why do you keep claiming you're a time traveler?

[And totally mishearing -- ]

You think I'm pretty?

yeah that's right

[oaf]

[...

alksdjlasdasd

damn it.]

No!

[he can't take this anymore.

SERGE YOU WERE EVEN WORSE AS A KID.]

Gah! How the heck did my dad ever put up with you?

okay we're both cool

[cherisher]

[THAT'S OKAY.

Because to Leon, L'Arc is one serious nutcase.]

Seriously, what's with you!?

no not you anymore

[oaf]

What do you mean, what's with me!? This entire situation is crazy!

why nooot

[cherisher]

It's only crazy because you think you're from the future!

because of that.

[oaf]

I know I am, so screw you!

you have no evidence.

[cherisher]

[He looks like he's about to lash back when something abruptly stops him. He's got a better idea.]

Okay. See you.

[Heading for that door, oh, yes. Freedom!]

my inbox.

[oaf]

[aslkdjalsda DAMN IT.]

Hey, hold on!

[OH GOD FOLLOWING YOU because he has to babysit you!!!]

is a lie.

[cherisher]

[NO YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY INSIDE and it's too late to slam the door on him, darn . . . s i g h.

Fine. He'll take a stroll down the street.]

You're not going to follow me the whole time, are you?