6: Video

[lesliemonster]

[Leslie is wearing just about the most comfortable looking pajamas you have ever seen, and her hair is pulled back into two pigtails. Somehow, even though this coma came out of nowhere, she was ready.

But she does not look well rested. Not at all. She looks devastated. And mad. And maybe later, a little drunk. On Snake Juice or waffles, one of the two.]

I missed my chance to go to Hogwarts?

Comments

[yeahscience]

[He has no comeback for that that isn't further variations on the word "bitch," but he loudly calls the floor a bitch anyway to satisfy himself, and spends the next while stomping grimly around in his heaviest boots in the sure knowledge that A: no one else is below him and B: also fuck you!

Eventually, because grudges are awesome, he sits down on the floor by the wall closest to her room and says loudly:]

Oh, what's that? You need someone to talk to your snake? Man, it's sure great that Harry Potter taught me how to speak Snake, then, huh?

[lesliemonster]

[Sis, you know that's a lie. Or at least Leslie does.

And she is just openly yelling at her ceiling now.]

It's called Parseltongue and even though you're terrible enough to speak it Harry Potter would never.

And stop using gendered insults and stop being the worst.

[yeahscience]

HISS HISS HISS, ASSHOLE.

[lesliemonster]

That doesn't mean anything!

[yeahscience]

You'd understand it if you spoke the language! Sucks to be you, I guess!

[lesliemonster]

More like rules to be me! I could never speak snake because I'm not evil.