Well, howdy, everybody! Looks like I’m finally getting my turn on taking over. . .excuse me, taking care of Christine’s blog! I think you’ve seen my name mentioned here and there, and I may have poked my head into Cyrus's post for a sec.
“Poked? Your crashed my party. Rained on my parade. Broke my whistle. Stepped on my chicken. Choked my—”
Cyrus! Now who’s the one stepping on people’s chickens? Wait a minute, what does that even mean?
“Well. . .”
Never mind. I’ve been waiting weeks for this. Off with you!
“But I was just—”
*sound of door slamming*
So, where was I? Right! Introductions. I’m Elan, Cyrus’s loving older brother.
*muffled shouting* “Loving? You just locked me inside a clo—”
AHEM. Ignore those strange sounds coming from the background. Probably just a bird or something.
“We don’t have birds where we live.”
Anyways, I’m Elan. Happy to help my author out and give her some free time. You should all be proud of her, she’s been working pretty hard on our story when she can. I mean, she probably could be working a little harder. She appears to spend a lot of time reading and I caught her watching TV a good bit the other day but. . . Haha! Okay, okay I’ll try not to give her a hard time. I hear bad things happen to characters that bug their authors. . .
So are we just talking about ourselves? I’m a little bit lost on what exactly I’m supposed to be doing honestly.
Sooo. . . Um, I’m nineteen. I like. . .food. Not as much as Cyrus though. That boy can stuff so much in his face, probably due to his big mouth.
I guess by now you all know about my wings. I wasn’t born with them or anything, I’m not that much of a freak. They were forced on me by. . .unpleasant people. And they— You know what, let’s not talk about that.
“But they’re surging!”
Cyrus! Are you hacking my post through your port?
“Yep! Should have taken it away before you stuffed me in this closest. It’s kind of cozy in here though.”
You can’t just take over my post like this. I’ve been waiting to do one for weeks!
“Yeah, but you’re being boring. And I thought my adoring fans would like to hear from me again.”
“And you’re boring. I’ll go away if you actually start talking about something interesting. I mean food? Really?”
Tiff talked about food.
“Yeah, but she did it in a fun way. All I see is ZZZZzzzz’s before my eyes reading your post. Until I livened it up of course. Talk about your wings!”
I’d really rather not.
You know why not.
“You’re so not fun! Oh, I know! Tell them about the time you fell in the tar pit!”
“Then I will!”
Don’t you dare!
“I’m gonna doooo iiiiittt. Unless you start being interesting that is.”
Interesting, huh? How ‘bout I show them some of your drawings from when you were four or so?
“Welp, looks like this is the end of the post. Someone please ask my brother something interesting so he’ll stop being so boring. Bye!”
Cyrus! CYRUS. Don’t you dare hit that publish button. I haven’t even had my turn yet. Don’t you hit it. Cy—