Whine 002 | Written

[sacred_flamer]

THIS WORLD SUCKS!!!

[For someone that's been forced to write in a diary for the past seven years, Luke's handwriting sure does look like cheagle scratch. It doesn't help that he's fed up and annoyed, which only serves to make his already crappy handwriting that much worse.]

I used to love the ocean, but I can't stand it any more! All we ever do is sail over here, get attacked by giant moths, sail over here, lose some crew members in a fog, sail over here, pick up some brats. It's so damn boring, and now we're going back to that stupid island we started out from again!? Even though everyone said we should get off of there as soon as possible?!

I hate this! I want something different to do!

[...just be glad this is written, and you don't actually have to hear his bratty ranting.]

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[sacred_flamer]

[Luke gave him a bland look.]

Is that why you nearly got us killed going after a book?

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[jadethenecromancer]

Oh, don't be such a baby. They didn't even have teeth.

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[sacred_flamer]

They were huge! And you left us alone to deal with them!

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[jadethenecromancer]

My artes would have hit you as well if I had interfered. I felt it was best that I handle the less impressive job and let the rest of you have the glory without me getting in your way.

So really, I was doing you all a favor.

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[sacred_flamer]

[Luke grumbled irritably.]

That never stopped you before.

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[jadethenecromancer]

And there you go, latching onto old offenses. Let's not be petty now.

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[sacred_flamer]

How is that petty?!

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[jadethenecromancer]

No one is going to like you if you hold a grudge over every little thing, you know.