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Sep 13, 2009 20:03

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[THIS IS MINAMIMOTO. Currently, he is hanging out on the Tire Swing that everyone knows about outside of Deidon Hold House Vesperia House #12. He's swinging there in his usual clothing, including a replacement hate he's found of his hat maybe he stole it back from Miu, who knows? but right now he's uh.

Reciting the digits of pi to the ( Read more... )

okay anyone please, i love pi, *rita, estelle too, *buffy, counts as a post, the luceti plan, *estelle, the world is garbage, pi is my bitch, it's a test, come here rita, *vivi, *yuri lowell, *karol, *klonoa

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 00:04:31 UTC
[Reading is a lot more difficult when there's somebody sitting outside your window singing.

...well, okay, Rita's used to there being additional noise around the house, but really, it's as if he's asking her to come outside.

Which she does, predictably. And she's just going to stand there for a moment, hands on her hips, listening.]

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 00:07:17 UTC
[And he's going to continue unabashed, on digit thirty-five. Just doing it for the complete lulz. He does make eye contact with her as soon as she's out though man]

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 00:12:05 UTC
[Yeeeeah, you're weird as usual. At least it's more amusing than irritating. So she'll just kind of smirk when he makes eye contact, and then sit on the ground next to the swing. Still just listening, since neither of them are that casually talkative anyway.]

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 01:13:37 UTC
[BONDING.

Okay, well now it's time to start swinging while we continue our "song" - on digit fifty-two, we're going to stop abruptly and then glance down at her. Willing an assessment]

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 02:47:05 UTC
[... What, you want her to sing? ... is the first thing she thinks of. There's no way that would happen, anyway.]

You're really running out of things to do, aren't you.

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 02:50:39 UTC
A certain Big Guy popped in and out; I had zetta good meals for t = approximately two weeks. I've been [recovering from nearly dying] subtracting time for everything left and right.

[Sneer down at her. To the point now, man:] Identify the function.

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 03:01:15 UTC
Yeah, you weren't around for a while back then. It was a lot quieter around here.

[And at that she raises an eyebrow.] What, your song? Weren't you just reciting the digits of pi again?

[i-i have no idea if Terca Lumireis has anything remotely similar to real world mathematics, but we can pretend! That or she learned it here out of boredom, either way.]

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 03:15:51 UTC
A Game then - What digit did I stop on? t = 10 seconds.

[Lalala, swinging in the tire swing]

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1/3 ritachiquita September 18 2009, 03:23:10 UTC
What? I don't...

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2/3 ritachiquita September 18 2009, 03:23:29 UTC
[Considering the tune of the music, though, and what she does remember of the numbers in her head...]

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 03:23:45 UTC
...The fifty-first?

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 03:28:03 UTC
Bzzt. Mission failed. Digit 052.

[And now he's going to teleport behind her there]

Incompletes suffer consequences.

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 03:47:47 UTC
Are you kidding? I was so close.

[She's staring back at him right now, looking more irritated than confused.]

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 03:50:19 UTC
[SMIRK and now he's going to try to straight up lift her up over his head. Picking her up, that is. What is this punishment? You shall see...]

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ritachiquita September 18 2009, 03:55:18 UTC
[...which he pretty much succeeds at, considering she wasn't expecting it at all. But he's still getting a glare from her, and an attempt to struggle away from him.]

What the hell, Sho? Put me down!

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yoctograms September 18 2009, 03:57:28 UTC
[LAUGH and he's going to toss her up into the air! ftlulz! DUN DUN DUN]

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