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[justicereigns]

Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?

[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]

Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!

[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.

[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]

Comments

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

That's not your job here though.

[justicereigns]

It should be.

Justice never sleeps. Always on the job.

My justice is... mine. [So coherent. orz.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[He's doing such a good job at confusing her...]

...Are you sure you're alright..?

[justicereigns]

Hn.... Yes.

How're you?

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

I'm okay. [She just sounds like she just woke up.]

[justicereigns]

Oh.

Little late for you right? You're a morning person. Angel. Person. Morning lover.

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

Sort of, but I was sleeping all day today.

[justicereigns]

What? How come??

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

I didn't sleep for almost two weeks, so I've just been sleeping since Patchouli came back. [More like passed out..]

[justicereigns]

Oh.

I'm glad you slept though. You needed it. Are things okay with you two now?

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

I think so.

[justicereigns]

Okay good.

Relationships are confusing. You know? Tch.

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

...They are? [Only the emotions seem confusing, really.]

[justicereigns]

I think.

[Smoker is just failing life right now.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

You think..?

[justicereigns]

Yes??

[Tries to stack his rocks again.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

You're not really okay, are you?

[justicereigns]

I'm fine.

[Mumbles drunkenly.] Not old. Just stackin' rocks. No one to knock 'em over. Except Ikki's wolf pup. But it's okay. Because they're defective anyway.

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[She's trying really hard not to laugh, she really is.]

I-I don't really think rocks can be defective.

[justicereigns]

They are!

They don't even stack right.

Stupid rocks. [He's so serious about this man.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[Alright, she's laughing now.]

M-maybe you just need different rocks.

[justicereigns]

[As she should be. He'll facepalm in the morning.]

Hey.... you're right! That's brilliant!

Angels are smart. [Gets his jacket on.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[And he should, because now she's laughing even harder. That's just common sense man.]

[justicereigns]

[And now he's taunting the rocks. Yes. Taunting them. Because they have feelings. And should feel bad.]

Hah. Take that you stupid defective rocks. I'm getting some better ones. [SO smug.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[Now she kind of wishes she had a spell that could make rocks talk...]

...How are you going to find them when it's dark out?