It's the 'U' in favour, isn't it? Yeah, I am.nevergiveitbackOctober 18 2009, 21:01:52 UTC
Kuroro took the wine, uttering a thank you, and deciding not to hold it the correct way but how he personally liked, by grasping the bowl from underneath. He just thought it looked cooler than holding it by the stem, and honestly he didn't care if it warmed up the wine. "That's true, I suppose. But it all seems so cosmically petty. 'Quietly passing away surrounded by loved ones after living a full life isn't meant for them, get Kuroro to kick their face off.' I'm not complaining about my place in life, you understand, just the idea that what I'm doing is all part of some infinite ballet. It's all so pretentious, and what makes it worse is that it's real. It seems to me that it would be far better if it was all pointless and we did it anyway." 'Pointless, but going on anyway' was essentially Kuroro's philosophy on everything. Certainly he had goals, ambitions, things he liked and people he cared about. But he was quite certain that none of it mattered and human life was ultimately worthless objectively. "Big brother? Hmmm. I suppose destiny would come before death. Inanimate matter destined to becoming living matter, or something like that. Still seems like a bit of a messy metaphor, even if it is real, or as real as the manifestation of a concept is." He sipped at the wine, then paused, pleasantly surprised that it tasted exactly like Dul-Syn's 1945. He'd stolen a bottle four years ago and had been hoping to find more ever since. "You know, that's really quite good."
Your tagging schedule and "crisps," actually. Also, haven't been getting notifs for Death, sry. :(debitumnaturaeOctober 20 2009, 21:39:36 UTC
"You're a part of Creation. It's not as though we're bringing in non-union contractors." Death smirked, a little. It wasn't mean-spirited, but she was most definitely teasing.
"Metaphor? We are what we are." She shrugged. "If it resonates, it's because of you, not us." Just for a moment, Death fixed Kuroro with her unfathomably deep eyes. Then she looked down into her own glass, swirling the wine within. "I'm glad you like it."
Well, 'chips' sounds really weird, yo.nevergiveitbackOctober 21 2009, 15:30:26 UTC
"Yes, but the idea that my dirty little life has some sort of point is quite uncomfortable. It means there's a reason and a goal for me being me, even if that reason is 'there was a Kuroro shaped hole in the universe' or something simple like that."
Kuroro was going to reply, but just making eye contact like that sent his mind wild. It was amazing. It filled him with an incredible desire to kill someone, but just talking to Death was like the sweet feeling he got when he did. It balanced perfectly. But at the same time it flustered him. He was having real feelings and he hadn't done that, not properly, since he was eight years old. For the first time in a very long time, his face turned red, not because he had wanted it to but because his body reacted beyond his mind. It only lasted a few seconds, but he'd actually blushed. "Not as glad as I am to have been given it."
"That's true, I suppose. But it all seems so cosmically petty. 'Quietly passing away surrounded by loved ones after living a full life isn't meant for them, get Kuroro to kick their face off.' I'm not complaining about my place in life, you understand, just the idea that what I'm doing is all part of some infinite ballet. It's all so pretentious, and what makes it worse is that it's real. It seems to me that it would be far better if it was all pointless and we did it anyway."
'Pointless, but going on anyway' was essentially Kuroro's philosophy on everything. Certainly he had goals, ambitions, things he liked and people he cared about. But he was quite certain that none of it mattered and human life was ultimately worthless objectively.
"Big brother? Hmmm. I suppose destiny would come before death. Inanimate matter destined to becoming living matter, or something like that. Still seems like a bit of a messy metaphor, even if it is real, or as real as the manifestation of a concept is."
He sipped at the wine, then paused, pleasantly surprised that it tasted exactly like Dul-Syn's 1945. He'd stolen a bottle four years ago and had been hoping to find more ever since.
"You know, that's really quite good."
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"Metaphor? We are what we are." She shrugged. "If it resonates, it's because of you, not us." Just for a moment, Death fixed Kuroro with her unfathomably deep eyes. Then she looked down into her own glass, swirling the wine within. "I'm glad you like it."
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Kuroro was going to reply, but just making eye contact like that sent his mind wild. It was amazing. It filled him with an incredible desire to kill someone, but just talking to Death was like the sweet feeling he got when he did. It balanced perfectly. But at the same time it flustered him. He was having real feelings and he hadn't done that, not properly, since he was eight years old. For the first time in a very long time, his face turned red, not because he had wanted it to but because his body reacted beyond his mind. It only lasted a few seconds, but he'd actually blushed.
"Not as glad as I am to have been given it."
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