Imeeji IC Inbox

[weenwoon]

[You are greeted with the sound of randomly disrupted static, at the end of which three melodic beeping signals are heard. Yep, that's your cue to leave a message!]

Comments

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

[Shh. Imeeji is great. He loves it.]

Pacifist, no. Optimistic, yes.

[He thinks about it for a moment.]

Why do you think he decided that?

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[The Ascians need therapy so much.]

Mm, I'm not certain. But if we are from the same world, would it not make sense for him to be drawn to the name, even if instinctively?

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

I hardly call the Scions by their names, but that might be due to animosity.

But ever were they large of heart. Accepting.

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[.... FLICKS HIS HAIR GENTLY]

Hades, I really don't think you should try and predict the actions of others based on what you would do.

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

[He laughs.]

I'm only terrible a fraction of the time. Truly.

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[He grins in response, that kind of smug bastard grin he gets when he's about to say something annoying.]

If you don't specify which fraction, I'll assume you mean at the very least half the time. Or three fourths of the time.

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

I can't give away all of life's mysteries so easily, can I?

Besides, you very know the answer already.

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[He's going to pull his cheek gently.]

Why can't you?

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

Because you would become entirely too powerful.

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

Maybe I am meant to be?

[Don't mind him, he'll just start working on burying Emet's legs under the sand.]

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

[He just shakes his head with a laugh.]

And what would you do with this newfound power besides bury your friend in the sand?

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[If Emet isn't objecting, he will just keep piling more sand on him.]

Who said I would do anything with it? Maybe I would just have it. You know I like knowing things for the sake of knowing them.

[A gossip, in other words.]

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

[When he shows no sign of stopping, he will bat his hands away from the burying.]

Ah. Like a busybody.

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[If he's not allowed to use his hands to bury Emet, he'll just scoop up handfuls of sand and then Polarize them to Emet.]

Yes, and?

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

[... he should have known.]

Nothing. Just a comment on your social graces.

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

[You can't win, Emet. Just give up.]

I'm a pillar of society, I know.

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

You are a pillar of something.

[He just stares at the amassing sand until...]

Stop that.

[He's not really bothered though. It is the principal!]

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

I'm the pillar of everything!

[He pauses with his next sandful.]

Aww, you're dissatisfied with my work again?

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

More than I can hardly appreciate it if I'm too buried to see it.

What are you trying to make anyway?

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

A sculpture of you?

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

Flattered. But what would you even do with it?

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

Bask in its glorious presence when you are unavailable.

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

[He sighs.]

Can't I just get you a picture?

[How buried is he now or has the burying stopped?]

Re: Day 420

[weenwoon]

Only if you sign it with as many platitudes to me as possible.

[Your legs have been vored by the sand. But otherwise Levity has stopped! For now.]

Re: Day 420

[firstworldproblem]

Would you like me to kiss it with red lipstick as well? If we are going this far.

[He makes sure his hand is sticky with sand before he goes and brushes his hair fondly.]