Tales of the Floating World

[ex_fatalist246]

[A fifteen-year-old boy appears on the Plane, adjusts his glasses, and utters the eloquent and verbose:]

Hm.

[He is clearly not too disturbed]

[Then, he goes completely still, as if suddenly noticing something. It's a long moment before he regains his composure]

[When he does, he starts walking to the ballroom, naturally attracted to the closest thing to art on the Plane]

Comments

[ex_fatalist246]

I must, right?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, you could just have a very good memory.

[ex_fatalist246]

The school work isn't that challenging, so I have a lot of time after classes.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ah, in that case, I understand completely.

[ex_fatalist246]

[sounding disinterested] Do you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

In a way. What learning style do you prefer?

[ex_fatalist246]

I don't know what you mean by that.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You seem to be a bit of a scholar, though you're quite good with the practical application. Some prefer just books, others like to go out and get a bit hands on.

[ex_fatalist246]

I prefer a comprehensive education.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Quite right, too! Best to try a bit of both, I think.

[ex_fatalist246]

[looking at him expressionlessly again]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He pauses. Well, he's done fairly well, at least.]

Well, Hiwatari, lovely to meet you. I suppose you'll let me know if you need anything?

[ex_fatalist246]

[the Doctor just won bonus points for choosing to leave Satoshi alone]

I will. Thank you.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Minato taught him how to deal with linefaces. The Doctor nods and beams.]

Good luck, then. Enjoy the stars.

[And he turns and walks off, humming to himself. Good job, self! You totally talked to a lineface.]