▓ Martini 9 ▓ // We've all got our own pollution, it's all about the execution // [In Person]

[suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com]

[Wallace is casually lounging in the games room. Anyone within a 20 meter radius will be able to smell something inexplicably good and that would be him. This week he's giving off pheromones that make men attracted to him and women will just enjoy the aroma. Not much of a point to it, but more or less something that would simply stir up drama or potential amusement. Such was the working of the brain of the Author. But Wallace can't smell it. Why would he? If it's part of his natural smell, he'd be used to it and thus not notice it.]

(Feel free to bother him)

Comments

[In Person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

That is true. And I suppose there are worse things than being stuck in a lavish mansion with...admirers.

[In Person]

[suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com]

[He reclines and chuckles, putting his feet up on a footstool.]

You and me both eh?

[In Person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Mmm. I take it you enjoy what you do, then.

[psht, who wouldn't?]

[In Person]

[suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com]

Honestly, it could have been a lot worse. It's way more lighthearted than it could have been.