You turn to gaze upon the splendor that is your bookcase. There are a great many tomes there as well as a few games. Your bag of gaming dice sits on one of the middle shelves as do a few little nicknacks. Most of them handmade in loving honor of Mrs. Lalonde's work. At least you assume she is a Mrs. judging by her having a daughter.
The pride and joy of your bookcase isn't your drawings or plushes or even the small clay figure of Calamasis you made one week. It is your copy of Homestuck: Complacency of the Learned. You pick the book up and marvel at it. It's a worn from your many readings, but you've done your best to preserve its integrity. And soon, so very soon, you may have this lovely thing signed by Rose Lalonde herself. Oh it's just too wonderful. Your heart leaps with joy and anticipation as you picture the scene. Hours of hard time spent in line all pay off with a smile and book signing from the author.
Oh and you might meet her daughter too. Who's surely a well learned and respectable woman like her mother. And you might get to talk and oh it will be so lovely...
This wild fantasizing just won't do though. You have a bus to catch if you're going to make it on time. You place the copy of your beloved book in your bag, check your horns once more, and head out.
>Calliope: Head to the bus stop and pray your brother is not around
>Calliope: Fantasize and fondly peruse your copy of HCotL (FILL Team Dolorosa<3Mindfang)
The pride and joy of your bookcase isn't your drawings or plushes or even the small clay figure of Calamasis you made one week. It is your copy of Homestuck: Complacency of the Learned. You pick the book up and marvel at it. It's a worn from your many readings, but you've done your best to preserve its integrity. And soon, so very soon, you may have this lovely thing signed by Rose Lalonde herself. Oh it's just too wonderful. Your heart leaps with joy and anticipation as you picture the scene. Hours of hard time spent in line all pay off with a smile and book signing from the author.
Oh and you might meet her daughter too. Who's surely a well learned and respectable woman like her mother. And you might get to talk and oh it will be so lovely...
This wild fantasizing just won't do though. You have a bus to catch if you're going to make it on time. You place the copy of your beloved book in your bag, check your horns once more, and head out.
>Calliope: Head to the bus stop and pray your brother is not around