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[victormakesart]

She is having surgery on August the eighth. I'll remember that. I'll be spending the day with Joey. I think I might need to cry a little bit, but I'm not sure why. I'm very tired.

I remember that one time I found a dead bird and I flipped out. I was in junior high. My friend lied to me and told me that it was sleeping. I knew it wasn't sleeping. I might be naive but I'm not daft. He moved it a couple of feet and told me that it flew there. I guess innocence must make me mentally incapable of discerning dead from napping. I guess I'll never be a doctor. Ha.

My cuts should heal over if I don't forget them again.

I wonder if it's possible to tie poetry in knots.

"The Iliad" is giving me a headache. Too much gore.

I can't remember where I put my gloves. They're in my room somewhere.

How would one distract a model? I may or may not be plotting something.

Comments

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Yay for hugs. "I'm so glad that you have the healy-thing."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Me too! Now I'm invincible! Mwahaha. *evil grin* It's like I'm a zombie, except without the wanting to go for your brains part. And with better hygine.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Totally. You'll always be okay." She had a brief, awful moment of panic when she thought that he might fall apart. Just...die one day. Gone forever.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Of course! And now I'm not missing my old powers so much. Hah. Awesome way to spend m'afterlife.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She nodded. The panic came back again, very quickly. "Sounds good."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

*obvlious to Victor's panicking state* It is. I feel the need to gloat about this. *smug*

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Good." If he could change so drastically internally...couldn't he fall apart?

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

*grins and, for the heck of it, hugs her again*

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Victor hugged him back, but she was still afraid. She didn't want to tell him, though.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

*Rico'd probably just brush it off, anyway. Once you die, you kinda loose the whole fear deal, y'know?*

'choo been up to, amiga?

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Still...she didn't want to admit it.

"Not much. Haven't painted in a few days. You?"

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Saved a guy from drowning in the Nexus. *thumbs up*

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh. Good job."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Thank you. *bows*

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"'M proud."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Aw. Shucks. It was nothing. *grin* Still, if the Nexus is gonna flood like it's been doing, probably best if everyone learns how to swim, huh?

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Sure is. Don't like swimmin'. Makes me paranoid that somethin' dead is gonna get me."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Something dead? *eyebrow*

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"In the water." She nodded. "There're drowned things everywhere in the water."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Unless your world's really different from mine, dead things can't hurt you. Life's gone out of them, right?

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"'M still scared of them. Dunno why. They won't hurt me, but it's a phobia of mine."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Do I scare you?

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I...you don't most of the time. I like you very much."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

*eyebrow* Thanks... but... I scare you? *concerned*

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She chewed on her thumbnail. "Not most of the time," she mumbled.