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Who: SOME DUDE
When: Day 119, HIGH NOON
Where: OUTSIDE IN THE FIELDS
What: SOME VARIANT OF THIS

[HELLO, FELLOW THUSIANS.

THIS AFTERNOON, THERE IS A FLAG BEING HOISTED IN SOME LARGE TREE.

YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE IT FROM THE WINDOWS.

IT'S BLACK AND WHITE AND MAY HAVE BEEN MADE FROM BED SHEETS.

POSSIBLY, SOME HOUSEWIFEY PERSON MIGHT BE MILDLY OFFENDED BY THIS BUT WHATEVER.

THERE IS ALSO A MADMAN LAUGHING FROM ONE OF THOSE CLOSED-OFF BALCONIES ON HQ.

... THE SWEAT RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE MIGHT EXPLAIN HOW THE FUCK HE GOT UP THERE (HINT: IT WAS SUPER NOT EASY AND THUS MORE EPIC)]

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Yes, that.

[also what is this I'm hearing you're going to work for him?

TUGS ON EAR]

Ptou.

Ow! OW! Hey! Wait!

What are you doing?

... Design considerations?

Why?

Well, don't you think it's a LITTLE stark?

. . . no.

Because I do not care.

History?

What about it?

Er, I was merely asking if there was some between you?

Oh.

No, he is just loud and I do not like him.

...

[And looks over at Zexion hovering over the bouncy loud country...]

[DING.]

Ah.

WELL!

Fair enough.

Edited 2013-02-17 05:04 (UTC)

[BRILLIANT DEDUCTION]

. . . but I suppose if you want to do it, then that is fine. Do not let him make you.

I shall promise such.

Good. Or else I will set him on fire.

I'll keep that in mind.

Mmm.

[. . . and just because she's full of tsun and possessiveness, slipping her hand into one of Ptou's :|a]

It's quite all right, dearest.

Is it?

I like to think one of the great perks of mortality or at the very least being something approximating human, for lack of a better term, is that I'm no longer obligated to be what I am thought to be anymore. It's rather refreshing in a way.

Which is really a very lengthy way of saying, it has little bearing and actually may be something enjoyable for me.

. . . [ducks her head]

As long as it is enjoyable and nothing worse than that . . .

If it becomes worse, you may certainly begin wanton combustion as your heart desires.

[quirks a smile]

Are you certain you want to give me permission for that?