XXVII.
[Filter to Suzaku]
Hey, Suzaku. *suddenly throws the basketball to him to catch* ...Weather's better, wouldn't you say? Maybe Arthur ((mun just found out that Suzaku bought a cat like 2 or 3 months ago, lol, i am SO ATTENTIVE >>;;;;;)) will learn to like you more if you get out of the room more. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder", that kind of thing, right?
[Private, rather unhackable]
Nagato Yuki. Mysterious human interface created by aliens. I shouldn't be able to believe it, but...I'm finding that I can. Somehow, I feel like there's something wrong with that. Why is it so easy for me to grasp something like that? Sure, I always thought Nagato was a little on the strange side... okay, maybe so far on the strange side that you couldn't see her well =_=;;... But still. I'm human. There's nothing special about me. And yet, I have no doubt that Nagato is what she says she is, what she's remembered she is.
What kind of place have I come to, that I can do that?
Is all of this a dream? I'm not old enough yet to call myself a real philosopher, but I find my mind being occupied by those kinds of thoughts these days, when nothing chaotic is going on to distract me. How did it come to be that Haruhi and I met? Fate? Chance? I know that whichever one it was, I'm glad that it happened.
...I'm glad...
....
What kind of life is still in the shadows of my mind, I wonder. How should I be feeling about it...and to what lengths should I be attached to it.
[Filter to Haruhi]
Ah... One got on you. *reaches over and picks a fallen sakura petal from Haruhi's hair*
((Even though nothing here is public, feel free to comment anyway, of course. Kyon works at the onsen as a janitor, and goes to classes at school, and rooms with Suzaku~ I bet at least one of the new folks could bump into him somewhere :3))
Hey, Suzaku. *suddenly throws the basketball to him to catch* ...Weather's better, wouldn't you say? Maybe Arthur ((mun just found out that Suzaku bought a cat like 2 or 3 months ago, lol, i am SO ATTENTIVE >>;;;;;)) will learn to like you more if you get out of the room more. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder", that kind of thing, right?
[Private, rather unhackable]
Nagato Yuki. Mysterious human interface created by aliens. I shouldn't be able to believe it, but...I'm finding that I can. Somehow, I feel like there's something wrong with that. Why is it so easy for me to grasp something like that? Sure, I always thought Nagato was a little on the strange side... okay, maybe so far on the strange side that you couldn't see her well =_=;;... But still. I'm human. There's nothing special about me. And yet, I have no doubt that Nagato is what she says she is, what she's remembered she is.
What kind of place have I come to, that I can do that?
Is all of this a dream? I'm not old enough yet to call myself a real philosopher, but I find my mind being occupied by those kinds of thoughts these days, when nothing chaotic is going on to distract me. How did it come to be that Haruhi and I met? Fate? Chance? I know that whichever one it was, I'm glad that it happened.
...I'm glad...
....
What kind of life is still in the shadows of my mind, I wonder. How should I be feeling about it...and to what lengths should I be attached to it.
[Filter to Haruhi]
Ah... One got on you. *reaches over and picks a fallen sakura petal from Haruhi's hair*
((Even though nothing here is public, feel free to comment anyway, of course. Kyon works at the onsen as a janitor, and goes to classes at school, and rooms with Suzaku~ I bet at least one of the new folks could bump into him somewhere :3))