09; A million spaces in the Earth to fill [but there's no going home]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[dysfunctional couples? They really have nothing on these two. Dysfunctional...well, sort-of selves. The one in the brown suit is sipping on a banana daquiri with a little umbrella in it (he'll be saving it for the little sunbathers on Tredronia as they need it more than he does)]

Right. So! Merging is supposedly quite complicated, or time consuming. Or both. Maybe. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me, either.

[The one in the more casual attire sips on a pint, giving his other self a look] Well, it has to be less complicated and time consuming than explaining to people on the streets why I'm talking to myself. You really do need to figure something out.

Why do I have to figure it out? You're me---with less sartorial taste, of course---but you've got to have some of my cleverness in that human brain of yours. [he may be surly because of the rum in the fruity drink]

I'm clever! Besides that, you've had a merger before, I haven't. So you need to figure something out. [gives him a look] And I'm sorry, but having exactly two suits isn't anyone's idea of taste.

They're nice suits. Besides, at least I know what I like. [scratches his sideburns] Well, I know it's got a bit to do with psychic wavelengths, creating some sort of a bond between the two realities.

I know what I like. Wearing more than two things is actually considered quite healthy by most people. [takes a sip of his drink] A bond between realities? How did you manage to do that before?

I don't know. It just sort of happened over time.

It just sort of happened? Like what, you woke up one day and bam, merged reality?

No, not that simple. It just took a bit of time, like a melting block of ice.

Really? A bit of time? Can't we just speed the process up, seeing as we're sort of the same? We should have some sort of psychic wavelength all ready, I would think.

We probably can. [takes a sip of his drink] I'm just not the sort of person who would know about that.

Lot of good, you are. [sighs] Right, well, what sort of person would know, then?

The Master.

Oh, you've got to be kidding. Really?

Not exactly the universe's greatest tutor, I think. We'll figure it out, though.

If he would be the sort to know, it can't be that difficult, right? I mean, there are two of us, after all.

We've got plenty of time, though. No need to rush things.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Snort] And here you were just saying it would be enough to drive some cracked.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

That's a flock of us. [shrugs] Just me, well that's a completely different story.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Your share of ego's well intact I see.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is it still ego if it's true?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She laughs outright at that, because gods he reminds her of Rosto sometimes.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[not entirely sure what she's laughing at, so have a confused look]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She ruffles his hair] Sorry, my lad. You remind me of a friend.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he resists the urge to unruffle his hair] Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Figures that's what he's thinking about and keeps grinning, resisting the urge to give him a peck on the cheek as she would Rosto.] If you don't object to being scaled next to a Scanran pretty-boy with an unhealthy concern for his tresses.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Pretty-boy?

[thinks on this for a minute, and then processes the rest of her statement]

I don't have an unhealthy concern.

[still resisting that urge to unruffle his hair]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she can't help it. Have a light kiss on the cheek, Doctor.] No, of course not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[unsure what he did to deserve a kiss, get a confused look] What was that for?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She pats his shoulder.] Nothing much. Made this place feel a bit more like home.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[gives in and unruffles his hair] And that's a good thing, I'm guessing?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She will be chortling to herself now.] Well, it's not bad. It's not the pleasantest feeling, having no one here from home.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[notices that chortling, but it would have bothered him all night if he didn't fix it, so he is happy with his choice]

Oh, well, I'm glad I could help, then. [thinks] Which you know, is why I fixed [gestures towards his hair] that, since I'm imagining it is the sort of thing someone with an unhealthy concern for their hair would do.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Which of course prompts her to ruffle it again.] That it is.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sighs, and resists the urge to unruffle, again]

I think you have an unhealthy desire to leave my hair a mess. [nods]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and scritches the back of her head.] Yes, well, Rosto's been little enough around for me to toy with his.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[pause]

Is everything all right?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her shoulders in a shrug] He's busy making sure the folk in Corus know that he'll care for them as a proper Rogue should. And he's been moping like a rain-soaked cat since Beka started her work as a proper Dog. [Little chuckle]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

A proper Rogue?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[...sigh] Yes. Keeps control over the portion of the city good King Rogers can't, more or less.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

That's not good, I'm guessing.