Pretend you saw this last night.

[saintedsinner]

-=The PCD shows an extravagent dining room table dressed to the nines. A moment later a giant plate of pink steak and mashed potatoes is set well within view. The meat's steaming hot and there's sounds of someone sitting down. =-


Mmmmm...


-=Pieces are cut off the main steak and there's sounds of chewing after the knife saws through the meat. It was hard to believe that such a simple thing could be construed as gruesome. =-




[[The replies will have been made an hour later after he's decimated the steak.]]

Comments

[saintedsinner]

You don't tease! You nearly kill people with pictures of your daughter!

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

BEST WAY TO DIE EVER.

[saintedsinner]

AHhh! What are you doing! I can see her every day if I want!

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

You're lucky! You should never take such a joyous thing for granted!

[saintedsinner]

She's your daughter Maes, not mine!

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

I know. You can never hope to have a daughter as amazing as Elysia. I'm sorry about that.

[saintedsinner]

I don't want any kids!

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

Of course you don't right now! You'll want to be older.

[saintedsinner]

No, I mean never.

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

Come now, Ed. No kittens and no kids? You just don't know how to appreciate the cute things in life. We'll have to work on that.

[saintedsinner]

Oh no, Mr. Hughes! I wouldn't want to take over your job!

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

...Right. It wouldn't be taking over. Think of it as apprenticeship!

[saintedsinner]

No. I'm not having kids.

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

That's all well and good, but when Al has little ones you'll want to play with him, won't you?

[saintedsinner]

Yeah, maybe.

[brig-gen-maes.livejournal.com]

Well, little ones that aren't kittens, that is.

[saintedsinner]

I know that!