[The journal falls open with a thud, and the sound of crackling can be heard, soon followed by the roar of a vacuum cleaner. Something seems off about the sound, though, as if the machine is spazzing out, bumping around like no vacuum cleaner is meant to do. Isamu's cursing is drowned out by it at first, but he eventually makes his way closer to
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This is why I never practice indoors.
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That bad, huh?
You know, you really just need to tell them what they want to hear. It's the same for all of them.
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There's a difference between abasing yourself and respect. They just want to know you're worth their time. [a grin] Tsinku especially.
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Well maybe I don't want his time anymore.
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Then why contact any of them in the first place?
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It's none of your business, really.
[And congrats. That's the first time a thought has slipped out.]
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[if he hears the thought, he doesn't comment on it. His own thoughts are quieter around people he doesn't know-- too absorbed with listening, to make conclusions.]
Don't think we've ever spoken before, actually. My name is Ginko. ( I'm a mushi-master. )
[ old habits die hard]
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Isamu. No, we haven't.
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Isamu.
You're from Naoki's world, right?
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He's a friendly kid. [the single eye flicks over the page, curiously] But I suppose you'd know that already.
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