Ashford Scipio Townsend
17. Junior. UES.
Brilliant and brilliantly lazy.
"Call me Asher."
17. Junior. UES.
Brilliant and brilliantly lazy.
"Call me Asher."
Oh well. I’m not very good at acting anyways. How have you been, my lone wolf?
The art of pretending? That’s probably for the best. Makes someone easier to trust. Quite fine, Juno; no incident to howl about. Yourself?
Yes, it just makes everything more interesting, correct? And on occasion. Depends on how I’m feeling. I guess you have to judge whether you want to climb it or not.
Send your best trained men! He’s a thief that one, and good at his job. He stole my gold stars and my other stickers. This man deserves to be locked up in prison!
Absolutely. Since we’re speaking metaphorically and I don’t have to actually climb a fence, I’d say I’m up for the challenge. What’s today looking like? Should I gear up with anti-electric clothing?
Other stickers? That’s remarkably disrespectful! He deserves a lifetime in jail, that one! Don’t worry, he’ll get his.
There’s a thin line between love and hate, so maybe I secretly love you too? I guess you’ll never know. You have to break through that barbed wire that wraps itself around my brain, good sir.
Someone stole most of them from me actually. It was dumb. You see I thought that he was being sincere but he was just lying to me the whole time. Never got my stickers back.
Oh, interesting conclusion. Coming from the subject herself makes it a little more noteworthy, too. I have one question before I take on that task… is it electrified?
Sincere about wanting a gold star? And that hooligan ended up taking them all?! Robbing me of my rightful stars?! I’ll send someone to track the mongrel down!
That’s rude. I’m stronger than you think, Mr. Asher. So I want to beat you up subconsciously, because I’m obviously a really angry person… Okay well sometimes I am, but most of the time I’m not.
… Fine. Two? I don’t have any more left.
Is that so? Then you’ve got the sonic boom voice and intense strength… are you sure you’re not housing a monster inside? That, or maybe I just irritate you to no ends and you’ve just got this pent up hatred building.
You don’t have any more… Have you been handing them out left and right?!
I’m not too tiny… I may be short but I could beat you up if I wanted. Not that I want to, but you know. I just got to make sure you aren’t some crazy person.
I see that you tried. Want a gold star?
You could maybe give me a small bruise if you just, you know, punched continuously. At most. Oh, you don’t actually want to beat me up? I don’t know, I’ve heard that ideas come from subconscious desires…
Only one? I tried my hardest!
Oh I don’t know if my singing is like a sonic boom or anything, but maybe. I’ll definitely pay for the hospital bill… Damn. On second thought maybe you shouldn’t come.
I kid. But still, you might want to tell your confidence that it needs to shut up.
Big voice, tiny girl? Not unheard of, but I’ll take my chances.
Right, but there will be no hospital bill because… CONFIDENCE, shut UP. It’s not working. Sorry. I tried my hardest.
If by successfully succeed you mean successfully succeeding to hurt your ears, then yes.
I’ll give you an obnoxious shout if I feel my ear drums pounding unpleasantly. And the hospital bill. But my confidence is saying that won’t happen. It’s being rather talkative today.
Well at least we’re both confident about something.
Yours being your ability to successfully succeed?
I will be singing, unfortunately for your ears of course.
“Unfortunately”? Au contraire, I am confident it’ll be music to my ears.
