Dale Smith (just_dale) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-09-05 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 09, character: patrick pucey, dead character: dale smith |
OWL: Dale to Patrick
Who: Dale Smith, Patrick Pucey
Where: The Sky
When: 5th September, 2024 (late evening)
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Dale doesn't do boredom well.
Status: Private | Complete
Dale had spent most of the day napping and eating, making sure that he appeared cheery and bright whenever Ben came in to look at him because he didn't want his best friend to worry. Ben had been a massive help with everything and Dale felt absurdly guilty about burdening him with the knowledge of his condition and for asking him to help, especially as he knew Ben cared a lot about people. It had to be hard for him to see this and not be able to help; Dale knew that if it were the other way around, he would be going mental by now.
He felt exhausted though, bone-deep tiredness that wouldn't go away, and he ached all over. Bed was all well and good but it wasn't helping the achiness anyway and he rolled over, muffling a groan.
This? Being a werewolf? It officially sucked.
Reaching for parchment and quill, he paused as he decided who to write to. He needed to pass the time and distract him so it had to be somebody who could banter. And who he actually wanted to talk to.
Dear boyfriend / pimp / sugar daddy / all of the above,
I'm bored, tired, cranky and Ben's stories have lost their appeal. Woe is me. He only wants to write about sexy wolf men with dreadlocks... Sound familiar to you?
Dale