inbox.

[katabasis]

action + written + crystal

Comments

[bouchonne]

Why wouldn't it? I could use a lesson in leadership. There may come a day, after all, when I am a leader of men.

[katabasis]

I'm putting this crystal in a drawer now.

[bouchonne]

[ SO rude. ]

I'd like you to attend.

[katabasis]

[Was that optional?]

Why?

[bouchonne]

Dear Maker, my Captain - how terribly abused have you been, that you're invited to a party and you ask why?

[katabasis]

Why do you want me to be there.

[Not to labor a point, but: absolutely fucking not.]

[bouchonne]

Because I like it when people have fun. And I suspect you haven't had fun for many a year.

[katabasis]

[A flat stare would be remarkably well utilized in this moment.]

Goodbye, Mr Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

Oh, come on, now! You can keep watch over your men. Make sure no one gets in trouble. Mother-hen to your heart's content.

[katabasis]

[Somewhere in there, there's a thump and something closing. Afterward, no answer comes from what is, presumably, the inside of a very low drawer.]