crimsonmischief | 001 || Of Arrivals and Introductions

[The handwriting appearing across the page was a messy scrawl, one that you would perhaps see from a scientist, if said scientist was forced to take up calligraphy lessons because someone had gotten tired of trying to decipher his illegible scribbles. The lessons were perhaps not a success in the conventional sense as the handwriting was far from elegant, but at least people could now actually read what was being written.]

I must say that hatching out of a cocoon is not something I’ve ever experienced before, or at least, it’s not something I think I’ve ever experienced before~! I’m not sure if I would ever want to be born in such a way again. Once makes for an interesting experience, more than that makes for…

[Some ink splotches appeared on the page as the writer tapped the pen absent-mindedly while searching for the phrase he wanted.]

A bad habit! And one must be careful not to accumulate too many of them~

To the dearest Dash-kun who was there to greet the newborn me and explain this extraordinary world, you have Crimson’s thanks~♥! As for the rest of you... Won’t you come introduce yourself to your newest neighbor~?

Assuming of course, that this journal does really work as it's been said to work.

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Why?

Heard everything from "It's better here" to "Nice to start over" to plain "I just like it here."

[He takes a moment to think about it.]

Maybe because that was the only place to put it?

[OOC: Hey, I think I fail at being around at the same time as other people and it's been a few days with this, so can we handwave the rest? It's my bad, I know. If it's not cool, then we can continue it will just be slow.... I saw that you made a new entry so I don't want to slow you down any :3]

And I suppose the tree does seem to be in the middle of everything...

_{{OOC: I don't mind the slowness if you don't. The muse just really, really, really wanted to go have fun in the ball pit XD}}

I suppose one would enjoy it here if one's memories and previous life weren't terribly wonderful... And it does provide a multitude of things to explore!

Like I said. It has its moments.

Such as...?

Random things like the ice cream truck 'n that mall thing that appeared a few months ago. 'n there's always the coffee shop too. The ice cream place's pretty great, too.

"I suppose I can forgive you," she said, still smiling up at him. It was the oddest thing; part of her wanting to latch onto him even as the rest insisted on keeping him at arm's length while she accustomed herself to his being there.

Odd, yes, but not completely unfamiliar. She'd adjust, as she always did.

"By the way," she said, as the thought suddenly occurred to her. "I don't publicize my transformation ability, so keep it to yourself. Only a few other people know about it."

Yes, but those seem so... everyday and physical.

Unsurprised by her request, Crimson merely pulled the brim of his hat down over his eyes and smirked at her.

"Ah, Bastet-san wounds me with such unfavorable thoughts of my discretion!"

She smirked right back at him, raising an eyebrow. "Who knew you were so easily wounded?" she drawled. "Maybe I overestimated your fortitude."

[ Rabbit simply shrugged, then returned to his coffee. He'd seen quite a bit in his year at the Sphere, most of which he simply observed and kept for his own records, though some he did share. Sometimes. For now, he'd simply enjoy his coffee. ]

"They can be rather fragile, especially when faced with a beautiful woman~♥"

[Perfectly comfortable with the silence, Crimson sat back to enjoy his coffee. Well, perhaps 'sat back' wouldn't exactly be the right phrase since he was doing his owl impression again, but at least he wasn't running around poking at things.]

[ rabbit looked at him curiously, wondering what might be going through Crimson's mind. Rabbit also was listening to the conversations around him once again, as people had shifted topics. Still none really seemed all that important, and most involved the costumes from earlier that month.

Suddenly a golden creature with large wings and a long tail flitted in and landed on Rabbit's head ]

There ya are, Tim.

[If Rabbit had been able to see into Crimson's mind, he would have quickly become quite dizzy from the speed of all the questions darting around in there. Course, when the creature named 'Tim' landed on Rabbit's head, it wasn't hard to guess where Crimson's attention was now focused on.]

What is Tim?

"Are you sure you want to share your weak spots like that?" she asked. "Some people aren't above taking advantage."

Edited 2010-08-02 19:27 (UTC)

"Oh, I don't think I'd mind being taken advantage of by beautiful women~!"

Quite the opposite really.

"I'll remind you of that the first time you complain," she replied, amused.

Her expression faded to something pensive, and she hesitated before speaking next. "You're welcome over here whenever you like," she said. "My roommate," her eyes darkened briefly, "disappeared about a month ago so you don't have to worry about bothering anyone else."

Part of her wondered why she wasn't just moving him in outright...but that old wariness wouldn't allow it, using distance to keep herself safe. It's not that she didn't trust him...she just needed time to adjust.

The silly grin didn't falter, but he did briefly cup her face with one hand, a silent form of comfort as he seemed to automatically pick up on her look and brief flash of worry and sadness.

"And I'll remind you of your generous invitation when you decide to kick me out for visiting one too many times~!"

[ Rabbit reached up and patted the critter on the head/body/something. ]

Dunno what exactly Tim is but he belonged t' one'a my close friends who came who isn't here anymore. Kinda adopted the guy.

[Crimson leaned in to study the creature, a smile breaking across his face.]

He's adorable~!

[ Tim fluttered his wings a bit and stretched out his long tail, still perched on Rabbit's head. ]

He's got a thing for sammiches too, yeah

Do they sell sandwiches here?

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