(no subject)

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Something's not quite right here, so naturally, it really must be wrong. After all, who just leaves a scrumptious looking triple layer cake with butter cream frosting just sitting on a table in the middle of a street? Certainly not a dorky not-quite-alive replica on the look out for specimens that honestly thinks humans are dumb enough to fall for this. Nope, not at all.]

Comments

[trollelai.livejournal.com]

I never really had the time to experiment...[He drifts serenely back into the cage and dives through the cake, engulfing it in flames. Sigh.] No, I can't taste it. Such a pity; it looks so wonderful! I wasn't aware that you liked baking, Light of the Sacred Flame.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[...that was a perfectly good cake you scorched, Lorelei. Now he has to make another one. jfc.]

If it allows me to capture potential specimens, I'll do what I must.

[trollelai.livejournal.com]

[It's not his fault he's made from flames, jeez. He wants cake too!]

...Specimens?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Yes, specimens. Did I stutter?

[trollelai.livejournal.com]

My dear boy, why ever would you need specimens?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Why else would an intellectual need specimens? To learn something from them.

[Or perform horribly obscene experiments. Whichever tickled his fancy at the time.]

[trollelai.livejournal.com]

And what exactly do you want to learn?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Why, as much about everything as possible, of course.