Writer's Block: It’s the end of the world

[know_how_u_feel]

[Error: unknown template qotd] I'd have sex then charter a private jet so I could go to St. Louis and say goodbye to my family.

Comments

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

*Eyes him suspiciously.* Usually. Why?

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

Well.

I bake. I thought... as an apology, I could make you something.

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

Really don't think I should take baked goods from the guy that kills people but thanks though.

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

...why not?

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

...Because you could kill me?

[onthe-threshold.livejournal.com]

But why would I?

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

How should I know? I think I'm a pleasant enough person but maybe you don't. Maybe you're racist. Maybe you're a misogynist. The point is that I don't know you. I just know you've spent the last 20 years killing people and now you're offering to make my food. It makes me nervous.