reveiller: (☁ snow. i'll flap as hard as i can)
Say.

[Generally when Fuji starts off with a phrase like that, coupled with that particular glint in his eyes, those who know him well enough give him a wide berth and try not to maintain eye-contact for too long. He's currently seated in the Mahogany pokemon center, looking cheerful and attentive, which generally means that he's bored as hell and gods forbid you attract his attention in any way.

But people don't know that. Yet. He tilts his head, and goes on, whimsically.]


People still celebrate their birthdays here, don't they? If you've arrived as an eighteen-year-old, and some time passes and your birthday rolls around, it's natural to want to celebrate it -- especially with the friendships that spring up over time.

On the other hand, I've heard from the grapevine that when you return to your own world, you're dropped off at the exact same point as when you've left.

[Consideration!]

If an eighteen-year-old celebrates his nineteenth birthday here, would that make that hypothetical person both eighteen and nineteen at the same time?

[That smile is wry. So very wry.]

In other news, I've recently heard of a tree that punches people.

Out of curiosity, how well does it dance?

[ooc: Headnod to [livejournal.com profile] 47_l0w forever. <3!]
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Snazzy music.

[Absent-minded talk. That's all it is. A hum, and the video flickers on, bringing to focus a pleasant-looking young man of indeterminate age. In the background is a plethora of leaves, some of which whose stems are perched on branches that are currently poking him in the back of the head, but you can't see that. What you can see is that beyond the foliage, there spreads the endless sky.

There is a sudden jolt of the camera. Things shake.

He appears to be nonplussed, and vaguely thoughtful. This is because he usually is. A tilt of his head, and the camera slowly adjusts its settings.]


Personally, I think it could go for a little more jazz, but it's not good to be that picky. [A thoughtful hum.] Now that I think about it, isn't there a law about having to pay royalties for each square foot of space that's utilizing copyrighted music? If they're going through all that trouble, might as well enjoy it.

[There is a sudden growling sound, and the camera tilts down languidly, mimicking the tilt of a human head. It is now quickly becoming apparent that the boy is currently situated in a tree, judging from the angle of the tree trunk shown and the sudden dizzying focus to the ground below.

Which, interestingly enough, shows a... rhyhorn. A rather pissed-off looking rhyhorn. A rhyhorn that looks like it's more or less attempting to chip away at the tree one strip of bark at a time. Well, that explains the jolt. ... and this jolt. And the one after that.

The camera suddenly jerks back up.]


Not a very friendly welcome, is it. [There is a very rueful expression on his face.] Out of curiosity, could I possibly persuade one of you heroic types to tell the nice rhino to go away?

[In a tone of utmost consideration--] I'm not sure if 'gored by rhino after falling out of a tree' would look all too nice on a medical file.