It was jarring- but it was also goddamn hilarious!
Man- our parents were so pissed.
I wish I remembered what actually happened that night. I get a feeling I was the one who said "Lets go to Istanbul, lads!". Every time I say it, in Bulgarian of course, it feels like deja vu.
Ghuuh...
Oh- I feel the pain too... it is natural...
-it slinks away a little- Your minds are noisy.
But I am still curious to see your kind...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI'm- fine- fine. Thanks- he's creeping me out...
Ignorance shall remain Ignorant... but I guess that's what I get for being how your kind terms mine- a Thoughtless.
-he slinks away, and then through the wall-
Mmm...
I thankfully haven't had to take part in a war yet.
But- well- criminal work's close enough sometimes.
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Hold on. -he gets up a map on his PDA-
So- my hometown's just north of Varna- it's around here-ish.
Me and my friends went on a yacht that one of us owned- lets call him Tim.
So Tim's dad owned the yacht- and we basically decided to take it for a ride, and go drinking.
I can't remember what happened after that- but basically the next time I woke up with the hangover, we were docked in Istanbul.
-he marks down on the map- Just so we're clear- this is the rough distance we went. -He draws a line on the map to give a rough route-
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-Elin takes his hand, and gets out of the pool, trying to focus, but doing pretty well-
-it seems to stop for a moment, and tilt its' head quizzically-
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