[Event]

[lampluminous]

Hnmmnf... Hrnmmnn...

*Sumiho is busy making sounds to himself, sitting in various off-the-ground places. The top of a fence. In a tree. On the school rooftop. Anywhere that means that he's probably like 6+ feet away from touching any solid earth.

He's crossing his arms, like he's stuck in deep thought about something, as he looks out from his vantage point.

Seems like he's really focused!*

Comments

[lampluminous]

"Master Bohr"?

[snakebitesbythebeach]

One of my school instructors from before Mother became Mother to me. He was a very befuddling sort, yet he was an artist with 'painting' reality, scultping it and reshaping it. He considered it one of his few pleasures in life.

[lampluminous]

Ah...

I guess it's weird to think. About how this isn't really mom's area... I mean, things are technically "better", right? But at the same time...

[snakebitesbythebeach]

... I'm actually shocked by the amount of sheer restraint.

[lampluminous]

... Okay, I'm a little impressed by that too.

But I guess a little voice in her head said "don't go full-out crafting the world in your image".

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Must of. Since you're clearly not currently a girl with a body like this. ::Motions to herself.::

[lampluminous]

Thankfully. That'd be kinda annoying to deal with. Or maybe it's because she knows that I'd notice?

*he ponders it.*

[snakebitesbythebeach]

So, how odd is your relationship with your friends?

[lampluminous]

My relationship with most of them is okay.

One of them definitely has a terrible crush on me.

The problem is though that they were only here because they followed me... But my younger self still exists.

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Repeat after me, little brother: "Potato. Hack. Job.". What's probably all around us is Mother doing a rush job where she had little time and fewer resources. So. Errors and paradoxes exist.

[lampluminous]

Paradoxes, paradoxes...

Honestly, I shouldn't be too bothered by it. Long as they never pick up on it, it shouldn't be an issue, right?

[snakebitesbythebeach]

... "As long as they don't". Let's hope no one tugs on the shoestrings holding everything together... ... We should try and help do any further repairs. If we can get Mother to not turn me away... ::Grumbles aggravated.::

[lampluminous]

Why, what's wrong? Why is she turning you away?

[snakebitesbythebeach]

That she has a huge hangover and needs to nap and play videogames.

[lampluminous]

Hnmnff... She best recover sooner than later...

[snakebitesbythebeach]

I'm certain she's recovered, just, this being Mother, she's lazy and will make excuses until the "cows come home". ::Huffs indignantly, mincing on her ridiculously high heels.::

[lampluminous]

*siiigh*

Well, hopefully if I bother her about fixing the gaps, she'll at least listen to me...

[snakebitesbythebeach]

::Smiles in a way that as always, seems put on.:: Then perhaps you should go bother her.