Unfliltered

[nicotinized]

[Toshi's mental voice sounds a little anxious - he's trying to hide it, but he has no idea when he is, just that finally there are other people around and some of them look familiar]

Hey, what did I miss? Is Souji still here?

[there's a pause, and then he sounds a little calmer, and a little embarrassed]

I got stuck in some weird patch of liminal space where time was all fucked up - watch didn't work right or anything.

Comments

[fridgeninja]

Puns, maybe?

[nicotinized]

Nah. Not really inclined to comedy.

[fridgeninja]

I'll work hard enough for the both of us, then.

[nicotinized]

Well, best of luck with that, I guess.

[inexecution]

He writes poetry.

[nicotinized]

Shut up.

[inexecution]

Well, you do.

[nicotinized]

Yeah but you didn't have to tell him.

[inexecution]

Sure I did.

[nicotinized]

You didn't, and you know that.

[fridgeninja]

Is it funny?

[nicotinized]

No.

[fridgeninja]

Can I hear some of it?

[nicotinized]

No.

[fridgeninja]

All right.

[nicotinized]

Thank you.

[inexecution]

It's hilarious.

[fridgeninja]

Do you have any of it memorized?

[inexecution]

Of course. Reciting it losses some of the magic, though. There's formatting involved.

[fridgeninja]

Well, you could write it down...

[inexecution]

That might be more accurate. Although it's just not the same without animated colored text and a matching music file...

[nicotinized]

Shut up.

[inexecution]

You're no fun.

[nicotinized]

You usually say that, and you're probably right.

[he is okay being the fun police in this instance]

[inexecution]

Of course I am.

[But he hasn't actually shared any, so there.]