Time: 2:34, Friday Night.

Time: 2:34, Friday Night.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and...perhaps I have not been entirely honest with Fulbright about how I feel.

I did not believe I was ready for a relationship, I still do not, but.....

It is dishonest to claim there is no feeling there.

Surely it is too late, however. Even if Fulbright has ever felt the same for me, he is with his man even now. I can not confront him with these feelings, he has them for another. Besides, I....do not know that I am good for others.

What am I to do?

-Simon Blackquill

You're Right, and you should say it!

-Thena

Athena Cykes is so cool actually

((continuing from here with @umi-teardrop))

Oh please, I wasn't going to actually hurt the man.

*Simon shifts, looking away*

"he's.... fine. Loud. Self-aggrandizing. Smells like ashes. Could probably bench the weight of his firetruck, which I'm certain drew Fool-Bright to him to begin with. Rover loves him, or so I'm told.

What does it matter? Fool-Bright is head over heels it would seem. He's been spending all his time with the man, I'm sure they'll be very happy.

*a twinge of bitterness, perhaps?*

-Simon Blackquill

yooooo. to women or not to women?

Hell yeah to women!

I love women! and, I am one!

Woman are the best.

-Simon Blackquill

Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving! I'll knock you out!

*Athena grins, hands on her hips. Simon's eyes narrow, sliding his sword out of its sheath.*

"Want who to see me? What do you want with Athena?"

*theres a man just… standing there*

*he’s watching Athena, seemingly wanting to approach her but not quite sure how*

( @ask-the-layton-system )

um....

Hi..?

-Thena

*Simon prepares to draw his blade in anticipation. strange men will not harass Athena tonight.*

You....don't have anything, do you? these are blank pages, nothing on them.

Were you actually in my room? likely not, Taka would have clawed you, but then, I suppose she's not always home. My room is my scantum, stay out of it.

*Simon turns to go, calling Taka to light on his shoulder, muttering under his breath.*

(It would seem Simon can not see past the fourth wall. He does not seem to notice, however, the envelope slipped under the door.)

(will you open it?)

((continuing from here with @umi-teardrop))

Oh please, I wasn't going to actually hurt the man.

*Simon shifts, looking away*

"he's.... fine. Loud. Self-aggrandizing. Smells like ashes. Could probably bench the weight of his firetruck, which I'm certain drew Fool-Bright to him to begin with. Rover loves him, or so I'm told.

What does it matter? Fool-Bright is head over heels it would seem. He's been spending all his time with the man, I'm sure they'll be very happy.

*a twinge of bitterness, perhaps?*

-Simon Blackquill