*shrugs, goes to try to find food before class*

This is ridiculous.

In other news, Stone Cold (don't ask) has been busy lately. The new boy on the block is being stubborn. And me? I'm sitting in the middle, pulling strings and pushing buttons and purring as things start to fall into place.

At least this time I CHOSE my bait, chose it well. This time, I think I'm doing it on purpose.

That shouldn't seem like a good thing, should it?

But it does. It feels GOOD to be doing this on purpose, to be willingly creating it rather than simply watching it happen, uncontrolled. It's nice to be in control again.

Of course, isn't that why I fell for him in the first place?