I Never Asked For This

[failgoyle]

What the...what the hell?!

I was done with this! Done with it! What even...

...why the hell am I a teenager again?! What's going on?!


[He can also be found sulking in the room with the crystalline caves, trying to hide from everyone.]

Comments

[amourtician]

Er, what? You weren't your right age when we met?

And you know, being a toddler wouldn't be so bad— a lot fewer responsibilities, for one thing.

[failgoyle]

I look a little older than I actually am, but my real age is probably now closer to what it looks like now, and...

...look, bottom line, I am really sick of getting my age messed with. I have no idea how old I am anymore.

[amourtician]

Why is that a bad thing? You can just, ah, pick an age and pretend it's the one for as long as you like.

That and darling, many would kill to look youthful. Look on the bright side here. People pay out the nose for things like wrinkle cream and then there's you!

[failgoyle]

Yeah, then there's me needing acne cream.

[amourtician]

Oh come on, darling, it can't be that bad!

... and anyway, tea tree oil works better than anything an apothecary might sell.

[failgoyle]

...that is good to know, now if I could find some of that, I'd be set.

Because it is that bad, I had a terrible complexion when I was...fifteen? Sixteen? However old I am now.

[amourtician]

Tea trees are quite common. You'll be fine.

And, er. Condolences.

[ Said as someone who had a remarkably photogenic puberty. ]

[failgoyle]

Ah, thanks, thanks...guess I'll go look for one of those trees now...