松野一松 「мaтѕuno ιcнιмaтѕu」 (
ichininyaanshi) wrote in
lifenet2018-09-02 02:55 pm
farstones; backdated to aug 26th
[The last time he used the Farstones, he was making a pretty big deal about the whole dying-of-flowers thing. Kind of embarrassing in retrospect, but -- more anticlimactic than anything.]
[It went just as he'd expected it to go, waking up the same way he had died: alone.]
[That's how he'd wanted it. That's why he'd had no complaints as he'd picked himself up from the cold, flower-laden floor of the Storyteller's Temple, shook the petals out of his sweats, and went home. Slept on and off for a couple days. Scrounged around unsuccessfully for the courage to check which one of his friends had made it and which ones hadn't. No big surprise in any of that.]
[Anyway, this time, there's no melodramatics; Ichimatsu's voice pops over the network in a sigh, and then a simple question:]
Everyone's done dying now, right? So I have a question. Especially for you guys who got kittens from Karamatsu.
Did anyone's pets get sick, too?
[His voice is nasally, as if he has a lingering head cold, but it's far off from sounding like anything from the Overgrowth.]
[It went just as he'd expected it to go, waking up the same way he had died: alone.]
[That's how he'd wanted it. That's why he'd had no complaints as he'd picked himself up from the cold, flower-laden floor of the Storyteller's Temple, shook the petals out of his sweats, and went home. Slept on and off for a couple days. Scrounged around unsuccessfully for the courage to check which one of his friends had made it and which ones hadn't. No big surprise in any of that.]
[Anyway, this time, there's no melodramatics; Ichimatsu's voice pops over the network in a sigh, and then a simple question:]
Everyone's done dying now, right? So I have a question. Especially for you guys who got kittens from Karamatsu.
Did anyone's pets get sick, too?
[His voice is nasally, as if he has a lingering head cold, but it's far off from sounding like anything from the Overgrowth.]

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[Cool. It looks like neighbor is alive, so that's good, or something. It saves Ichimatsu the nagging of his conscience over he hasn't dragged his ass next door to check on the asshole yet.]
Obviously, I caught the same shit as everyone else. Don't tell me you actually got out of it alive.
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[truly, he sounds beleaguered by the thought.]
... think it'd help if I used our shit? [he'll probably never not be skittish about referring to weed directly.]
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[There's a several second pause.]
. . . Do you want me to, like. Bring over some weed oil?
[Is this what being neighborly is. Is Mister Rogers proud of him yet.]
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... seriously? [a pause and sniffle.] ... you don't have to feel bad and do anything just because I died, you know.
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[But, like. In a friend way. Mostly.]
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[But like, also in a friend way? Sort of.]
... sure, then. Come over whenever. I'll make some food or something.
[He probably won't even spit in it.]
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Can you actually cook? 'cause you're kinda useless.
[is this friendship]
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Shut up. It's not too late for me to sneeze on yours.
[He's referring to the rice he's currently packing into a sheet of nori; a depleted jar of pickled plums sits next to him, and he scoops the last of it into the onigiri before he starts folding it up.]
Unless you want chicken instead.