its_rose_damnit

[It's early afternoon in house one. Dist's finished up most of his morning routine and work, and now he's just about finished browsing the network for anything worthwhile he should poke his nose into. However, most of the network goings-on have been the same thing, again and again and Dist's been getting fed up with hearing about peoples' feelings and relationships~

So, without knowing that his journal was recording (he must have accidentally activated it somehow), he scoffs at the pages and drops the book lazily. His chair scrapes against the floor and as footsteps are heard a moment after, then the turning of pages in another book.]

Hmph, if I have to listen to this drivel any longer, I may just set fire to this wretched book. Can't these people be a bit more private? Honestly, that's what filters are for! ...Though I suppose I shouldn't put much faith in these simpletons...




[OOC: First chronological tag goes to Nephry!]