Ugh...why's it so bright? The sun gets up too early...
[Silent except for fabric rustling for a few moments.] Why am I so achy? Did I slee-
...
Oh no....oh god no...we didn't...we didn't...
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn't have been drinking. Damn it, I'm an idiot!
No, no, calm down Tory. Maybe he won't remember...he was drunk too...just gotta sneak out.
[Shifting of more fabric and a surprised yelp of pain.] Guess I'm gonna be sore there too...
Shadup.. i's too early...
[Another surprised yelp and then a clatter as the D-comm shuts off.]
((OOC: Bold is Nick.))
Can we talk?
Can't we talk about this?!
...I don't think he's gonna come back. That was harsh.
...
You okay, Tory?
...damn it.
Someone broke into my apartment. Candmon and I already checked, but no one's hear. The place is just trashed.
I don't think anything was taken...I'm looking now an-
What's up Tory? It's just one of your journals.
This isn't my writing though....
What? What do you mean?
'Isn't this...childish Chris...?' Oh god.... *A clatter as he drops the D-comm.*
Tory? What's up? You're really pale.
It was always a possibility...takes advantage...views himself above others...seen as a possession...thinks he has a right to do this...going to another world, might have made him snap...oh shit, this is bad...bad, bad, bad...
They suck.
A lot.
Anytime you move, it hurts...
And I hate sleeping on my stomach this long.
Tory got....really badly burned.
He's not waking up....
Um....that was nice, I guess?
Yeah, I guess.
I'unno... maybe he thought I was gay. Wouldn't be the first time some one's made that mistake.
Uh...I see. Um, you don't really have to tell me...I mean, I really don't care about anything like that. Why would I? I don't. What did you get for lunch?
Turkey sub. Why are you being so defensive, Tory?
I'm not defensive!" Tory snapped. He paused and cleared his throat, grabbing his drink. "I mean, why would I care about you meeting some gay guy?
Sure. I didn't mean anything by it, you know. Just making conversation. It should be something we should be able to talk about.
Well I don't want to talk about it! This conversation is over!
But-
OVER!
You're such a crab. Alright, alright, have it your way... but, just so you know...
( Lyrics here and side commentary here. )
((OOC: Greg is bold. http://community.livejournal.com/dive_l
WILL YOU STOP THAT! *The sound of paper ruffling.*
DUDE! That's what happened?! Come on, you gotta tell me!
I don't have to tell you anything!
I'm your partner! I saw the name! You gotta tell me how that went down. It's hilarious!
I don't! I don't have to tell you....tell you...
*Not the best singing voice, but it doesn't make ears bleed.*
....did I just sing that?
*The sound of typing.* Yeah?
You wrote it down in here, but why didn't you tell anyone your birthday was last month?
*The typing stops abruptly. A pause and then the sound of a chair crashing down.* DON'T READ MY NOTEBOOKS! *Then running and sound of a paper book snapping as he snatched it away.*
What? They're just observations, aren't they? What's the harm?
Observations is just most of it! What I think on what I see is there too! There's a reason I put a DO NOT TOUCH sticker on the box with them!
Jeeze, fine, fine. You still didn't answer why you haven't told anyone you turned sixteen though. Or the fact you've been here a year now?
I've been here one year, 23 hours, and 33 minutes. What of it?
....dude, did you just recite the minutes for being here a year?
So?
You're really weird. Don't tell people your birthday and able to remember that stuff...freaky.
I looked up the information for my arrival yesterday! I remembered the time I wrote. It's just basic math the day after!
When exactly did I get adopted into this family? I think I missed when that actually happened.
June 28th, 1:24:09, I can finally think straight after reduced levels of pain killers.
And still doing the time stamping.
It helps me keep focus. Better than writing a hospital script you'd see in a soap opera.
...you're weird, you know that?
Whatever.
June 28th, 2:03:37, I remember the mental note.
Miss Alshire, thanks for your help. I wouldn't have gotten out of there without you. Do you make it through all right?
Um...you might want to keep an eye on Sarasim.
She's kind of an emotional wreck waiting to happen.
....those are Tory's clothes. Oh, don't tell me, you got hit at the inn?
I...hate...that....INN!
Okay, something else happened. You've been gone since yesterday. And why is your face red?
I don't want to talk about it! I'm locking myself in my room until I'm male again!
*The sound of running and a slamming of another door.*
Jeeze, what's her problem?
Candmon insisted I needed the exercise. This gets him off my back. Thanks for the report.
*There's the sound of a door closing and then walking. And then suddenly a sound like a sneak attack and someone getting hit with a water gun.*
AH! WHAT THE HELL?! What was that for?!
*And then the sound of running fading into the distance.*
...stupid kids. Shouldn't be allowed to have water guns....
*The sound of walking and more grumbling and then a stop. A long silence that almost seems uncomfortable.*
My shirt shouldn't be clinging like that. And, whoa! My pants are falling down? What...?
.....WHY THE HELL AM I A GIRL?!
((OOC: Bold is Conan. Yu is used with permission to do sneak attacking.))
...you know, I hope I'm one of the people who goes home and time hasn't passed all that much. Mom would probably have freaked out totally by now and...well, it seems kind of wrong to make her worry that much.
If she has noticed, Paul better be making her enjoy Mother's Day, at least.
....
Tory, that's starting to creep me out.
....
...
....
...WHY DO YOU KEEP STARING AT ME!?
....you look like Colin.
I officially need to get out more. I'm going stir crazy with just Candmon and the plants.
You make me seem like bad company.
I've been around you TOO long.
Is Paul another love interest?
I still say it's that Colin kid.
Mandy actually has interest in him though.
Pfft, he doesn't even give her the time of day, but he's ALWAYS stalking Coling.
...anyone want to go to the arcade in Neon City?
My name is Tory.
I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your return home?
...almost Thanksgiving.
Mom always made too much food normally. On Thanksgiving, I was always surprised our table didn't just break. We'd have leftovers for weeks, even inviting Paul and my grandparents and her sister.
...does she know I'm gone? Always hard to tell with these alternate dimensions. Does time pass for her or not? Does any time pass that she'd even notice?
If time passes, she'll kill me, that's for sure. I was supposed to stay home that day, wasn't I? Rest and get better, but of course I couldn't pass up the chance to be with Colin alone.
Who is Colin anyway?
...sort of a friend, I guess. He's really reclusive, so for him to actually willingly hang out was rare and I couldn't pass it up. And it's not like I haven't worked through a cold before.
Of course, if time does pass, mom would still kill me. With how long I've been gone, she must be worried sick. She was always worrying about me as it was. And Paul. Paul...he would think I got kidnapped by the government or something.
And who knows how Mandy would have reacted. Probably just worry too much.
Gah, I sound like such a sap! Having hooves must have done something to my head!
Let's post this anyway.
Huh? H-hey!
...it's. Not. Funny.
You're right. It's not.
It's hilarious! You look like a Unimon!
*Annoyed horse-like snort.
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