Another in my bad habit of non sequitor, unconnected sequels to stories no one but me realize are related in any way, shape or form. I think I like to see if a tidbit has value or merit without the context. Why? I don’t know. What, are you analyzing me now? Oh stop, really. You’ll make me blush.

I really wish I knew what this was from in order that I could continue it, but I am lost. This is not Sparta. (inside joke)

Very enjoyable though.

Ah Fyora (and anyone else), make guesses. Make assumptions. Continue on however your imagination sees an opening. That’s what I love! I want to see you go where I wouldn’t think to, imagine these sketchily presented characters in ways I haven’t. Make it your own.

Sequeled.
I got a bit of Dogma out of it, myself. Hope you like my sequel. Nothing really happens, but I was okay with it.

All my conversations with my friends sound like this. It gets old after a while, but listening to any other version of that sort of banter is refreshing and new-seeming. Is that shallow of me?