drawn;

[positivelycharged]

[Florian's been feeling kinda down lately. What with the general mess his little family's currently in - injuries and death and all-around sadness - this might have been inevitable. Either way, he's currently sitting quietly in his room, drawing pictures in his journal with pretty pretty crayons. Aside from the purple mustache monster, he's also drawn Mieu and some flowers and a bright yellow sun, with little black crayon captions all over. Just for the fun of it.]

Comments

voice;

[trashed]

[He hasn't really been on the network much since Asch's death, but...]

What is that even supposed to be?

voice;

[positivelycharged]

[Oh hey he knows you! You have his full attention for the moment, however short that moment might turn out to be.]

It's Mohs.

voice;

[trashed]

[Oh joy.

...Oh. Okay, he's trying not to give Florian the benefit of hearing him snickering. Because what is laughing at anything his replibros do?]

That looks nothing like Mohs.

voice;

[positivelycharged]

It doesn't?...Well he doesn't really have a mustache, that's true.

[He can accept criticism!]

voice;

[trashed]

It's just a bad drawing all around. What are you, five?

[Now Sync, don't even start on the ages thing...you're technically only 2.]

voice;

[positivelycharged]

[He actually has to stop for a moment and think about that. :c]

...I don't think I'm five.

voice;

[trashed]

[He would probably be facepalming right now.]

Then why are you sitting there drawing bad stuff like a child?

voice;

[positivelycharged]

Because I like drawing.

voice;

[trashed]

[He probably shouldn't have asked. Rubbing his forehead right about now.]

Isn't there something else you should be doing?

voice;

[positivelycharged]

...I don't think so. I finished my homework, and everyone's too sad to play with me, so there's not much else to do.

voice;

[trashed]

...Too sad, huh?

[Okay, he's going to snicker...but he's not covering it up this time.

Oh. That snicker turns into a laugh - because for some reason the sick guy thinks it's amusing.]

voice;

[positivelycharged]

[You know, Florian may be somewhat emotionally stunted to a degree, but he's pretty sure that is not a proper reaction to the word 'sad'.]

Why are you laughing?

voice;

[trashed]

[Oops. Sync's just a jerk, don't mind him.]

Are they really that upset? They had it coming!

voice;

[positivelycharged]

They did? Why's that? Wouldn't you be sad too if bad things happened to your friends?

voice;

[trashed]

[l o l Florian...]

I have no friends. Not that it matters; I'm better off without them.

[conveniently ignoring those other two questions.]

voice;

[positivelycharged]

But friends are good! I like my friends, it's a lot better than when I was alone.

I could be your friend if you want.

voice;

[trashed]

I don't want any friends. I don't need any friends, especially not you.

voice;

[positivelycharged]

Why not?

voice;

[trashed]

Are you really that stupid that you don't even know why? Hasn't the precious Fon Master told you anything?

voice;

[positivelycharged]

He tells me lots of things! He never told me I couldn't be your friend though. [Then again, he never asked.]

voice;

[trashed]

I guess he wouldn't. But take it up with the other idiots hanging around there. They wouldn't want you around me anyway.

[For good reason.]

voice;

[positivelycharged]

......I don't have to listen to them though, right?

[Stubborn.]

voice;

[trashed]

[. . .]

Why wouldn't you?

voice;

[positivelycharged]

Well if I don't like being alone, and they don't like being alone, then you probably don't like it either, right? So let's be friends.

[He starts doodling a picture of him and a maskless Sync holding hands. It's not very well done but it's recognizable at least.]

voice;

[trashed]

Don't put me in the same group as them. I don't want to be friends with any of you! I like being alone, can't you people understand that?!