~Four ♥ Hearts~

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Naminé is sitting, enjoying some ice cream on a stick. There's an open book beside her, along with some papers and a pencil... but you can bet they're being ignored in favor of the frozen dessert goodness.

Feel free to approach her. She'll just be sitting here, lost in her own thoughts/daydreams.]

Comments

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

I suppose so, yes. I... don't like some of it, but I do like most of it.

[She shrugs a shoulder, back to focusing on her ice cream for a moment... and then she looks back up at him.] Do you like that book?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Something wrong?

[He frowns again] Not much for reading these days, honestly. I tend to prefer the television.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh. [She shakes her head a few times.] It's nothing, just the nightmares that come with this place... [She winces a little when she says it, though.]

I don't like it... it's a pretty depressing story, but I have to read it for school. I also haven't seen much TV... there really isn't anything on that I like.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ah, of course. Helps if you just avoid sleeping. Though I tend to enjoy sleep, which makes things a bit difficult.

[He closes the book and sets it aside]

So what do you do? Video games?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Avoiding sleep can be really bad for you, though. Can't it?

[She shakes her head.] No, I walk around the city or draw.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He rubs the back of his neck] I suppose if you're human, yeah. Probably not a good idea in that case.

Not addicted to television or video games? What century are you from?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Oh! Are you not a human? [She blinks. He looks like a human...] I didn't know.

Century? ... Um... [Have a confused Naminé look, complete with a teeny little headtilt.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs] I do my best to blend in. Makes life easier.

...well you know what television is, so you have to be either twentieth or twenty-first. Meaning you're most likely from some sort of bizarre alternate reality where children aren't mindless technology zombies.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] I understand that. So, what are you really?

Alternate reality to... what? [She tries to make that make some sort of sense...] ... Um, my world is called Twilight Town. Are you saying there's another Twilight Town?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Eh, no point in beating around the bush.] Demon, actually.

No, but I'm saying that if Twilight Town has television and video games and children aren't mindless drones, something's gone horribly wrong. We make those sorts of things for a reason, you know.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

A Demon? [She just... looks at him for a long moment. Something tells her that she should probably be afraid now, but the rest of her honestly believes that she has nothing to fear until he gives her a reason to. Clearly, the majority vote wins, and she nods once, firmly.] I've never met a Demon before you.

You make them... to turn children into mindless drones? ... Why?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He actually smiles at that] Probably for the best, then. My kind aren't generally known for our winning personalities.

Why not? Children see things on the television, make their parents pay for the merchandise, parents worry all year about being able to afford those expensive toys at Christmas...it's all a big cycle, really. Not to mention the health problems, the lack of social interaction, etcetera etcetera.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

I've only ever heard stories about Demons... do you really hurt people? Or drag them away from their families? [You can tell she's refusing to believe that...]

Well... I know someone from school who spends all of his time playing video games, so I guess your plan is working at least a little... [She frowns a little]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Me? Nah. I design television programmes and motorways, things like that. Never really been big on kidnapping or assault.

Ah, there we are then. Our worlds aren't so different after all.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Oh. [... That's comforting. XD]

I guess not. How many worlds have you been to?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Worlds? [he puts on a thoughtful expression] Well...do you count the ones that've started butting into my own? The mergers, I mean?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I meant separate worlds. Twilight Town, the Hollow Bastion...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh. Just the one, then. And neither of those is familiar. Do your lot travel between worlds often?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] Well, I don't. My friends do, though. I'm waiting for them to come back. [She smiles.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Ooookay. You know, when you think about it, this...is really awkward.]

Well then, I'll just be going, shall I?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

If you have something to do, sure. If not... do you want some ice cream? [smiles up at him again Oh God, the cute]

... [Realization!] Oh! I don't think I ever got your name, either...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He simply puts a hand out at the offer of ice cream in a sort of 'no thank you' gesture.]

Anthony Crowley. Pleasure.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

I'm Naminé. It's nice to meet you, too, Anthony.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...Crowley's fine.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Oh! Sorry, alright.

I know you said you were leaving. I'll see you around though, right?