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.]

Comments

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[sacred_flamer]

[Luke stared at him, before he pressed a hand to his forehead, grumbling under his breath.]

Man, don't you have a spine? Stop groveling like that, geeze...

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[bitty_blue_brother]

[Luke, you won't like what happens when Hubert gets a spine.]

S-sorry...

[Yup. Now he's apologizing for apologizing.]

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[sacred_flamer]

Ugh...

[Luke pressed a hand against his forehead.]

Look, you're not a... brat. You're just... not used to what I'm used to.

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[bitty_blue_brother]

So...you don't have any younger brothers or sisters, or anything like that?

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[sacred_flamer]

No, I don't; and other than Guy and Natalia, no one outside the mansion that I really got to know. Well, until recently anyway.

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[bitty_blue_brother]

[Hmm...Hubert thinks he can see the situation a bit more clearly, now.]

That sounds kind of lonely.