Oh, nothing. [his voice is totally normal, except that it pitches up ever so slightly at the end, cracking gently like an egg placed on a countertop a little too firmly] It stands for "Bad Day Soon... Me"? Yeah, I think that's right.
What were you talking about?
What were you talking about?
What!? Ah--
[he actively fumbles the hot choccie, splashing it on the countertop as he gasps, trying to catch it. when he finally grasps it firmly, he looks up, eyes open wide.]
I'm not kissing you!
[THIS IS EVERYTHING THAT'S WRONG WITH HOLLYWOOD!!!]
[he actively fumbles the hot choccie, splashing it on the countertop as he gasps, trying to catch it. when he finally grasps it firmly, he looks up, eyes open wide.]
I'm not kissing you!
[THIS IS EVERYTHING THAT'S WRONG WITH HOLLYWOOD!!!]
No! I am not interested in dudes! [his voice pitches up again as kaz struggles to master his own sudden skittishness. he's fine. he's fine!!]
I mean--if it's magistocratic power use, I can't really help anyway—I haven't been able to use my powers since I arrived in this shithouse! So, uh... yeah! Tough luck, I guess! We have to stay friends and not kiss each other!
I mean--if it's magistocratic power use, I can't really help anyway—I haven't been able to use my powers since I arrived in this shithouse! So, uh... yeah! Tough luck, I guess! We have to stay friends and not kiss each other!
Friends! [his voice arches a bit again, before settling back down, and he lifts his mug to limbo. who is. currently. patting him? okay. that's fine, actually. he smiles encouragingly.] We're friends!
And, you know, friends is great, actually, because I don't have any other friends who are both here and alive that make such a great--[he takes a big sip, and smiles again!]--hot chocolate, so! [the mug is still lifted!] You're my best friend, Father!
[limbo's assigned gender is now friend.]
And, you know, friends is great, actually, because I don't have any other friends who are both here and alive that make such a great--[he takes a big sip, and smiles again!]--hot chocolate, so! [the mug is still lifted!] You're my best friend, Father!
[limbo's assigned gender is now friend.]
[kaz offers zero resistance as limbo collects the mug from his hands and drinks from it. instead, he just seems kind of horrifically mesmerized at the act, enough so that his reply takes a moment as he collects himself, still blinking at the act.]
Uh. Right. You're so right.
[there's another beat as his eyes unfix from limbo, and slide down to the mug, before he points at it.]
Also, that's all yours now. You're welcome!
I'd better go set up the salon. [the bathroom.]
Uh. Right. You're so right.
[there's another beat as his eyes unfix from limbo, and slide down to the mug, before he points at it.]
Also, that's all yours now. You're welcome!
I'd better go set up the salon. [the bathroom.]
[friends share things. apparently? he doesn't touch the mug again. the marshmallows continue to melt within its chocolatey depths.]
Oh, yeah. It's. Yeah. [he's still slowly collecting himself, but now that they're swapping away from this weird conversation, he's gaining confidence again.] Yeah, you should be excited! It's going to slap extremely hard.
[he's on his feet, and actually rifling through the kitchen drawers.]
I can't wait to see the look on your face when it's done!
Oh, yeah. It's. Yeah. [he's still slowly collecting himself, but now that they're swapping away from this weird conversation, he's gaining confidence again.] Yeah, you should be excited! It's going to slap extremely hard.
[he's on his feet, and actually rifling through the kitchen drawers.]
I can't wait to see the look on your face when it's done!
Exactly.
[kaz successfully withdraws a pair of kitchen scissors, and gives them a trial air run. snip snip!! nice and sharp. he beams.]
Sure! Who hasn't practiced their burgeoning stylist skills on their mechabutler equipped with the hair fabrication module? Ah, what nostalgic youthful memories.
[kaz successfully withdraws a pair of kitchen scissors, and gives them a trial air run. snip snip!! nice and sharp. he beams.]
Sure! Who hasn't practiced their burgeoning stylist skills on their mechabutler equipped with the hair fabrication module? Ah, what nostalgic youthful memories.
Really? What about your sweet years in the ivory towers in your family's favored educational institution? The falling sakura petals, the bright dreams, your bomb school uniform...
[kaz sighs, cheerful nostalgia taking over completely.]
[kaz sighs, cheerful nostalgia taking over completely.]
Oh, word. Aren't we all, in our golden youth?
[he spins the scissors around his fingers.]
What are you, mid-thirties? You must be hitting it now, Father!
[he spins the scissors around his fingers.]
What are you, mid-thirties? You must be hitting it now, Father!
[kaz smiles indulgently. go off, you crazy hollywood method actor! live your dream!]
Well, doesn't that offer you a degree of freedom? Now you can choose to be whatever age you want!
I'd still choose over 21, though. Life's not worth living, or even possible, without the legal imbibement of alcohol.
Well, doesn't that offer you a degree of freedom? Now you can choose to be whatever age you want!
I'd still choose over 21, though. Life's not worth living, or even possible, without the legal imbibement of alcohol.
Are you telling me you've never been shitfaced?
Tragic, Father.
Tragic, Father.
That sucks. We should definitely imbibe.
But haircut first! A professional must have standards, after all!
But haircut first! A professional must have standards, after all!
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