video; backdated to the 9th

[112ounces]

[ Carl originally thought to make this text, and maybe to individual inboxes to make the matter more private.

He decided against this because 1) text is impersonal and shooting bullets into one's home is definitely a personal matter 2) Carl has been so bad at interacting with his roommates outside Death the Kidd that he doesn't even know the names of his other roommate's. So open post it is. ]


Um. People have been disappearing and reappearing and new people showing up, and me working longer hours at the magazine stand and taking summer courses, I didn't pay much attention to people who are my roommates, besides Kidd. I'm sorry about that.

So to anyone living in Apartment 2 in Maurita Falls, I am really sorry if seeing bullet holes in the walls scared you. That was me and somebody else. Got into a misunderstanding. It's fine now, no one was hurt, so it's nothing to worry about.

[ He can already tell people are going to freak out, more so from people who didn't live in the apartment. ]

Comments

voice;

[biteouttagrimes]

You better now? Now that you've been here for months?

voice;

[112ounces]

A lot better. I can eat anything now.

voice;

[biteouttagrimes]

That's good. Now you can watch me make the same mistakes and laugh.

voice;

[112ounces]

Not while I'm wish you, you won't.

voice;

[biteouttagrimes]

[ He laughs. ]

So you're gonna monitor me then? At this party?

voice;

[112ounces]

Totally. Someone's gotta monitor your calorie intake.

[ Said the boy who ate one hundred and twelve ounces of pudding. ]

voice;

[biteouttagrimes]

Sure, you can watch the food. But you ain't watchin' the beer.

voice;

[112ounces]

Beer taste nasty anyway.

[ aw shit carl just made an implication back track back track red alert ]

Well. It smells nasty anyway.

voice;

[biteouttagrimes]

[ No. No. There's no backtracking now. Now you've done it, Carl! ]

You been drinkin'?

voice; private

[112ounces]

[ He's so embarrassed holy crap. But he's not going to admit to it in a public network! ]

No! Some kids at my old school thought I was cool and offered me a drink. It wasn't that great.

voice; private

[biteouttagrimes]

You're too young for that kinda thing, you know.

[ This is one of those Rick moments where he's torn between being a father, a cop and a survivor. Half of the things Carl has seen, sure. He deserved a drink. But most of his paternal instinct is to abide by the laws and legalities of alcohol consumption.

What would Lori do in this situation, he wonders. ]

You know your Mom wouldn't've approved.