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[the9thdream]

[there is a little girl, swinging an umbrella around, occasionally jumping with it raised over her head, like she's expecting to just take off with it ...]

...

...

... It's just not the same.

((le standard intro post disclaimer goes here

ETA: GROCERY RUN. BE BACK IN AN HOURISH. I HAVE FOOD, ALL IS WELL IN THE WORLD.))

Comments

[mmmdots]

It's never the same.

[the9thdream]

It's so disappointing! I expected better.

[mmmdots]

I haven't seen him at all.

[the9thdream]

Hmmm~ you've seen him before?

[mmmdots]

[takes a moment to thiiiiink]

Not here. Somewhere else.

[the9thdream]

... have we met before?

[mmmdots]

That's a silly question. Did you go out and come back without some things in your head? That happens sometimes. Mostly to people.

I think you called me a kangaroo.

[the9thdream]

Hmmm ... if I do, I always make sure to leave the things I don't have somewhere where I can find them again.

[mmmdots]

It's nice when that works. I wish it worked more often.

Not enough to work it to death. It'd stay broken, which wouldn't be very fun. But so I could find everything.

[nods]

Oh. I forgot to say hello. Hello.

[the9thdream]

Broken things can be nice, too, though~ hello~

[mmmdots]

Sometimes...

It's all in what's broke and how it is. The pieces it's in.

Welcome back!

[the9thdream]

I think all broken pieces are nice, though~ you can make such pretty art that way.

[mmmdots]

You must like to recycle a lot. It's part of that... two sides to a coin thing, right? Destroying and creating.

[the9thdream]

Creation can only come if you've properly wiped the slate clean, though.

[mmmdots]

Um.

Does that mean I have to wipe all the slates and scrub them with soap so they smell like fruit and not like fingerprints just to use my special paint markers and talking glitter? That's a lot of work.

I prefer change, except when I don't.

[the9thdream]

No, nothing like that~ just destroy everything and build on that.