Fallen asleep... Oh fuck. Rest. Even if it's 2 hours...
Then the phone. Sometimes I think it's an Alarm. Silly me.
I am Tired. Very much so. Can't wait to just rest-easy. Looking forward to a full Night's rest...
Bringing the sunshine back into my life.
Glad, I stayed up. Maybe. Food for thought was nice. I used to be Starved for attention.
Oh right, my Sweet prince. The prince of games. Or just prince. Or was it an Archer?
I remember when we called you Autistic...
Straight to Business it seems... sigh.
Always business.
Well not quite.
I never. Not personally. I didn't stop it. The name I mean. Don't worry, It won't stick.
This is my First day of Real Work. (Hopefully yours too, Slacker.) Haha. Real my ass. He says. Basically.
I love him.
So brooding, or used to be. Everyone saw it.
Why? You live games, my friend.
How? Sounds silly.
Oh wait, it's a Dream. But whose here? Who made this Dungeon?
Oh right, a mean old Ogre built this.
Who doesn't love games of all types. I fucking love em.
It's fun. And fun isn't bad. So long as You are safe.
(Save for when you breathe too deep, and believe your time has come. Weird reaction.)
Prince. Cheer up. You're a good prince, and someday, you'll get the chance to rule as King. As Your Dream. In shining good armor. (Dork Stuff)
