Twenty-second Lotus - blooming twice

[spandexisyouth]

[There are a lot of spots on the page where his pen has rested as he tries to figure out what to write and how. Then his familiar handwriting starts.]

I do not know how to apologize since I still do not know what happened but I am sorry and I am back! And I would like to see everyone who wants to see me.

[There's more pen resting.]

I have a brother now! It is not worth dying over. But now I have one, and I wanted one. So that is good at least.

I think that I need to figure out how to alter the direction of my kick in mid-air. Does anyone have suggestions?

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[burnt_orangesky]

[...hmm. Now she's definitely coming over to his house later, possibly with food/starches, just to make sure he's doing alright.

Well, doing better than the last time she handwavily saw him. Awkward apology-ish thing is go.]

Please don't. [Pause] I would hate to have to take up your capslocking duties, you see.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Please. I'm the only one with common sense! If I die, the rest of you are probably in the freak'n cocoons next door!!!

...That's cause you're too worried about calling things crisps and lifts to get a proper capslock rant going.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Pentaps. That's hardly fair, seeing how she can't remember her first death and her second... ok, the second death was her fault. But still.]

Not even Derrick? Or what of Bell? They are sensible enough, I should think.

Crisps and lifts are the proper name for those things. Also, biscuits.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Derrick's a Greeter and Bell would be sensible if he wasn't with Youth all the time. Bad influence. I'm the brains of this operation, Qi's my assistant and I dunno about this new guy Youth's bringing in but I'm sure he will only add to my headaches.

Sorry I don't speak lispy. Try pronouncing those hard Rs!

[spandexisyouth]

ME? HOW AM I A BAD INFLUENCE????

/late, as always. darn spamily starts the party without me.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

You are ~always~ a bad influence.

[spandexisyouth]

Bell.

BELL!

I am not.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Yes, my name is still Bell. 8 days doesn't really change that.


And yes, you are.

[spandexisyouth]

But you are still here and you are teasing me. I am glad.

No I am not.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. I'm still here.

Prove it.

[spandexisyouth]

...and?

I could behave at home then. If that is what you want.

[burnt_orangesky]

Does being a Greeter automatically make him not sensible, then?

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way I speak. You should try it sometime.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Actually its less of a sensible thing and more of a dangerous occupation. -_-

Pip pip cheerio and all that? Righto I shall endeavor to talk like I have a stick up my arse the next time I'm around for tea and crumpets.

[burnt_orangesky]

So sorry, I don't invite smart-arses over for tea. But if you're very, very good, I might give you some crumpets.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Real men and women drink coffee not your prissy tea.

/steals lines from Giles forever

[burnt_orangesky]

Coffee is alright for when one wishes to be tense. Tea is soothing.

Does my offer of crumpets mean nothing to you?

which one LOL /fail joss fan

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

For seniors.

[He's on a roll with the old people jokes]

It...means you want to share starches with me? What?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Offers of tea and sharing starches, hm? My my. Is that what they call it these days? If she's offering you her starches, Genius, I'd take her at that offer.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Huh. What does that make those of us who drink either? Half real?

[spandexisyouth]

You are very real!

oh god what

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Bi-beverage? You drink both ways!

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

I am plenty sensible! You're making me pout. See my pouty face?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Yes brother of mine, I can see your face through the magic journal.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I'll sacrifice being the sensible one for that.

Besides, if headaches are involved, being the sensible one sounds like too much work.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

So much wasted potential, my not quite genius friend.