[Twelfth] - And Watch the Smiles Dissolve

[radiant_will]

[Early in the evening--while the sun is still up, but the day has cooled off a bit--Kallen can be found at John Doe park. She's exploring the exciting new sport of golf, having seen it on TV. A bag of used clubs sits on the grass beside her while she currently wields a 6 iron. She's acquired a bucket of balls and a few tees

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[riverofprawns]

[this is one of those times where Cameroon wonders if he should be grateful his newspaper absorbed the impact of the ball or disgruntled that there is now a hug hole right where he was reading]

[radiant_will]

[Oh snap.]

Woah! You all right?

[riverofprawns]

I'm fine, but I can't say the same for the paper.

[he picks up the ball, tossing lightly in his hand] Not that there was much of interest in it.

[radiant_will]

That's not too surprising. The drones write all of it, don't they?

[riverofprawns]

They must, or someone in the journalist department is disturbingly preoccupied with lawnmowers.

[radiant_will]

Lawnmowers? That sounds boring even for them.

[riverofprawns]

It was going to be my bedtime reading. I don't think it would have taken more than a few minutes to put me out.

[radiant_will]

Yeah, I mean it would probably be more fun to watch the grass grow.

[riverofprawns]

At least you could see a change in content.

[radiant_will]

No kidding.

[Small pause.]

I don't think we've met. I'm Kallen Kouzuki.

[riverofprawns]

You're probably right, I've only been here for a few days. I'm Cameroon, a pleasure to meet you.

[radiant_will]

Huh. So you're one of the countries?

[riverofprawns]

That's right, from Africa.

[radiant_will]

Great. Nice to meet you.