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marc dumont: when did you start playing hockey? who got you to put the skates on? and did you cry, or were you excited? because everyone tells me they were either super excited or crying, which one were you?
jan myšák: i was the second one--
dumont: the crying?
myšák: i started when i was like three years old. and i hated--i hated to put the clothes on. it was so heavy. so i hate it. but i had a deal, i had a good deal with my parents. they always told me if you went for the practice, we’ll buy you the hot dog. so that was my thing, that’s why i want it.
dumont: so you did it all for the hot dog?
this is quite possibly the BEST comment I have ever gotten on a fic, bar none
(if you can’t read it, it says, “I like my Silm fic like I like my takeout, with a strong thread of inescapable doom wending its way through the middle”)
is caduceus like. flirting with essik
I suddenly cant read.
xx
secondpigeon When you're socially awkward and kind of hate people but really want a friend.