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23rd Memory [Voice/Action]

Nov 20, 2011 04:36

[Hey. Hey Luceti. How you doin'?

Sayo was having a normal morning. For a while. But now, a surprised cry is flying out yo' journals.]

[Voice]

WHAT ARE THESE STRANGE THINGS ON MY BACK-?!

[... Whelp, that's one way to start the day. This is all courtesy of Sayo's bathroom as she stands in front of her mirror, inspecting the wings poking out the back of ( Read more... )

forgetting stuff errwhere this is normal, maybe a little worse than usual today, sup i'm sayo, or not

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action (or a tl;dr picture of the domestic life) imatreenow November 22 2011, 01:43:51 UTC

[It's probably a good thing Mithos was already awake, sitting up in bed, when that panicked cry rings out from down the hall. It gives him enough of a jolt as is. Enough to grab for his journal and...okay, others are already flocking to her questions. The tension floods from him and he deflates back against the pillow. It's...just because it startled him ( ... )

action imatreenow December 1 2011, 20:34:16 UTC

[...Stare. Awkwardly avert eyes to the side.]

It's a fork. [you got it for me from the store...I drew you a picture so you knew what to look for.]

action whats_a_sneeze December 2 2011, 12:25:32 UTC

A 'fork'...!

[ALAS, I must not be on my A-game today. :|a]

It's so shiny and bright! What's it made of?

action imatreenow December 3 2011, 05:48:48 UTC

Some type of metal...

[He's getting used to answering all of her questions. Of course, it's nothing he hasn't done before, but... Surreal. So surreal.]

action whats_a_sneeze December 5 2011, 02:15:50 UTC

[I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT 'METAL' IS

BUT I WILL TAKE YOUR WORD FOR IT]

Is it easier to eat with, Mithos-san...? I don't suppose I've used them before...

action imatreenow December 7 2011, 16:34:39 UTC

...Yes. [you may remember his many failed attempts at eating with chopsticks the first day or so here....or maybe you don't. He would prefer that, really. Look, he'll demonstrate how easy it is by taking another bite.]

action whats_a_sneeze December 8 2011, 10:52:05 UTC

[She watches, considerably impressed by how much easier the task is. Well, for him, she imagines. It clicks with her why he's using a fork and she grins.]

You don't like chopsticks much, do you, Mithos-san?

action imatreenow December 8 2011, 19:57:10 UTC

[....or maybe she does remember. Bah. He just shakes his head and quickly shifts his attention back to his plate.]

action whats_a_sneeze December 11 2011, 10:48:28 UTC

[She hides her mouth behind her hand, smiling big and trying not to giggle.]

Don't worry-I'm sure one of these days I'll forget how chopsticks work, too.

Then we can match with forks.

action imatreenow December 11 2011, 18:47:32 UTC

[aaaaand like usual, he has no idea how to react to something like that. All manner of joking has basically been expunged from his life over the past four thousand years...

So he'll just keep quietly eating. It really does taste good.]

action whats_a_sneeze December 12 2011, 10:58:42 UTC

[When she's finished eating she sits and reads while Mithos finishes up, content in her studying; she gives long enough pause to travel over to the small herb garden by the small window and waters it, murmuring quietly to it as though it were a person-her memories of Ginko lie in this small, simple collection of plant-life. If Mithos strains to hear, he may take note of her speaking,]

I hope you're well, Ginko-san... I've been using all your notes, so don't worry about them going to waste...

[And when she returns to the table, she starts collecting up the empty bowls and forks and pans from the table, returning them to the sink; and then she collect's Kaji's share, untouched, and for a brief moment a mask of longing and wistfulness crosses her face. She returns it soundlessly to the sink as well.]

action imatreenow December 13 2011, 10:53:04 UTC

[Mithos finishes up and quietly sets his fork down in his empty bowl. With how quiet the apartment is, he doesn't even have to try to hear the words she murmurs to the plants. There's that startling pulse of empathy again. Losing someone important and doing anything it takes to hold their memory close...

He catches the passing look of wistfulness too, and he's sure he wears the same expression often. Every day.

He doesn't know what to think of her anymore, but he doesn't hate her. His final moments in this room, from months ago, stand out with fearsome clarity in his mind: broken pieces everywhere (the dishes, himself, her) and the sharp words he left her with. 'I won't stop hating you.'

Well he stopped. He just doesn't know where to go from there. Every step is uncertain, and he can't shrug off the pressing premonition that the ground will cave in underneath him.]

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