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[illuminatings]

Happy Mother's Day, Digital World!

[ Attachment: Presents! Use your imagination, 'cause my brain's fried. ]

Miss you, mama and grandmother. And everyone else back at my village.

( OOC: Strikeouts are up to your interpretation. :) )

Comments

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Someone's a mama's girl.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

W-Wha...? How do you know that?

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

You're giving presents. It's obviously displaced attachment.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

S-Shut up!

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Mama's girl.

Come on, it's cute. I'm a mama's boy myself. No judgment here.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

But I'm not-- oh, forget it. Whatever I'll say in retort will not help.

Yeah. My mama's the greatest.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Does she cook for you and make your bed?

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Well, she sometimes did that when I was sick, but I totally learned how to make my bed all by myself when I was...five?

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Seriously? Hospital corners and everything? Damn you precocious kids.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

...Hospital corners?

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Yeah. You don't know what hospital corners are? It's when you tuck the sheets under the corners of the mattress. Gives you a nice, rounded effe--

Christ, you've got me sounding like a girl.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Nope. Never heard of stuff like that being specifically named, but huh. Neat. I wonder if it works on a futon.

Hee~ I have that effect.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not so much on a futon, but my sisters all have funky western beds. You adapt.

Stoppit. That ain't nice.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Nah, don't wanna. I like my futon. It's comfy.

Now, look who's calling the kettle black.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

What? You trying to say I'm not nice? I'm a Grade A gentleman, complete with coattails and top hat.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

...so, what, you got the monocle and corncob pipe to go with it?

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

...No. But how awesome would that be?

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Pretty damn awesome. I know Greg has a fedora somewhere...

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey, I remember him. Neat guy.

Ought to be a gentlemen's club in the Digital World.

Waku!

What?

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

He is. He's my student.

...Isn't that a fancy name for strip club?

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Yup.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

No.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

No, and I say so, 'cause I'm older than you.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

By what, a freaking year?

I am taller than you. I can step on you.

So boo.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'm 1,080 years old.

And I can get bigger and stronger!

So boo.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

...The fuck.

Seriously. The fuck.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Reincarnated twice.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

Wait a minute. Okay. If you were reincarnated twice, that means you've lived a total of three lives.

That would make an average of 360 years for each life lived.

The fuck, Hoshi?

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

My first self, Hikari Asuka was born in 970 AD. He died around 1060 AD. Then Hikari Tsubasa was born around 1480 AD. He died around 1555 AD. Then I was born in 1985 and, back home, it's 2000.

I assume the afterimages stayed around for whatever reason or went to the afterlife.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

That...makes you 180.

Still an old timer, I guess.

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Something like that, yeah.

Yeah, but I don't dwell on it too much. I've been a different person in two lives, but I'm still me.

[takashi-waku.livejournal.com]

You don't suffer from sensory overload, huh?

[soul-on-light.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, but it's in bits and pieces. Mostly it's in my dreams.