lockon2urheart

[It's a Plusle! Poking at the communicator with one paw and standing on the other three. For once, this is an intentional post. :'D]

[By all rights he looks far too happy for someone who's just been turned into a small electric rodent, but he's mostly just pleased he can see. Scars and injuries and things like that tend to carry over, so he's MASSIVELY RELIEVED that it evidently was something to do with the virus. That's coming out in happy little twitches of his ears and tail, not to mention his expression.

And yes. His voice is also at least an octave higher.] So, Lyle? I think that 'small electric mouse' thing is contagious. [Have you ever heard a Plusle laugh? It sounds a little like a small child and a little like electrical wire fizzing.]

It's not all that bad, although I kind of miss opposable thumbs. [Unspoken adage: "It could be a whole lot worse." But this is him lifting the button-pressing forepaw to almost show it to the camera. look at the lack of fingers, people.] Still, even without them, I'll take this over some of the more recent viruses that've gone round.

[Another little sparking laugh.] What's this place like, huh, when being turned into something is fairly normal by our standards?

Huh. With everything that's gone on lately, I almost didn't realize what day it is. Forgetting my own birthday, I must be getting old.

Twenty-six today. So much has happened since my last birthday, it feels like forever ago. Time flies when you're busy, I suppose. Or unconcious.

Wonder how he's doing, today. Hah, probably getting pissed off his face down the pub. Drunk as a lord by midnight.

...hm. It's been a while since I sent anything, now I think about it. It kind of slipped my mind.

((yeah yeah hiatus what hiatus I just wanted to get this up while it was still his birthday <_>))