Thirty-First PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[voice, private to Rin Kagamine, Shiraasan, Tavros, and Nanashi]
I  . . . I'm not sure what came over me.  I guess it must have been the town playing tricks again, but I was feeling really strange last week.  I'm really sorry.  Especially to you, Tavros.  We only just met and, um.  You're not even a girl I don't think.  I-I promise I don't actually like any of you, so please don't worry about that kind of thing. 

I mean! Wait!   I do like you, all of you, a lot!  Just  Not.  Um.   You know.  Ah.  Not like...... N-Not ............... I'm just going to apologize and hang up now.

[action]
1.  [It is early Saturday morning and Lucas is walking a dog down the street.  This is standard fare for Lucas's weekends, but Lucas appears significantly more animated than usual as he talks aloud, seemingly to himself.  But actually . . . It's pretty clear he seems to think he's holding a conversation with someone.  The dog is, of course, welcome to tag as well.]

2. [It is early Monday morning on the way to school and there are a few birds sitting on top of Lucas's head and shoulders, tweeting merrily away.  Once again, he appears engrossed in a conversation.]

3. [I'm just going to outright say it.  If you are an animal or own an animal, Lucas wants to talk to you/it.]

4. [In the Mayfield Library, Lucas has a table all to himself and is frowning a little as he concentrates on the task before him.  There are photographs and hand-drawn pictures of people scattered all across -- much more of the latter.  There are at least 30 different drawings, each of probably unfamiliar people.  A blond man with a scarf and a cigarette and a dark-haired young woman feature prominently among them.  ....What Lucas appears to be doing is fitting these pictures into an elegant notebook of some sort.]

Comments

[naicha]

_{[ And she's oblivious to that. ]}

I don't know a lot about the Netherlands, but I know he's really nice to kids.

_{[ She pouts. ]} I didn't like him at first when I was a kid, though. _{[ A smile. ]} But the situation was a little different, so yeah! He had to go away all of a sudden that time.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . What?! That's not --

[Lucas breaks off at this point, noticing Zidane. One of the birds chirps and flutters away.]

Oh! Hi! Um. ... Sorry, what was your name again?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I've never thought about it before, but it really is strange to think of snow falling from the sky if it's not -- . . .

[Lucas cuts himself off as the shadow descends. He blinks.]

Oh! I was wondering about that. . . . She's not Mayfield's, is she?

1/2

[arslansenki.livejournal.com]

He, and no. This is Azrael, he's from back home.

Re: 2/2

[eagleazrael.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind being stared at, as it is what the bird is doing. It's like he's trying to assess if you are a threat or not.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'd like to hear more about that . . . If you don't mind talking, I mean.

[VOICE]

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Oh-- Um! It is definitely okay, and I think we had that, uuuh, disease that destroyed your human brain, but it is gone now I think and you probably have no reason to like me, in any way, at all, so I don't blame you for, uh, not.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((Erk, I even looked it up and it said 'she' in one of the sites...))

It's nice to meet you, Azrael.

[Lucas nods to the bird and glances up at its master.]</small. But I don't even know your name yet. And I haven't introduced myself, either. I'm Lucas.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, but I do like you! I mean. Thank you for coming to look with me, Tavros. ... It was nice of you.

[arslansenki.livejournal.com]

((Really? I always saw he. Huhn... guess I'll poke back into my DVD again in a while to make sure))

Arslan. Nice to meet you, Lucas.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((I doubt you're wrong. It wasn't actually a well-organized site.))

It's nice to meet you, too, Arslan.

Ah . . . ? I'm sorry if you think I'm intruding. We only just met, you see.

[1/2]

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Uh, thanks, that is particularly nice of you, and, um.

Thanks.

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Also, uh, yes I am a boy.

[arslansenki.livejournal.com]

((One day I will build a good Arslan site, yup yup... when I'm not lazy))

No, not at all. This place is very small, and there isn't a lot to do, so it's nice to talk to others. Besides, I don't usually get to talk to people freely.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Just making sure. I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot because of that. Maybe we should start over . . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas seems surprised for a half moment and smiles embarrassedly.]

A-Ah, that was . . . to Azrael, actually. Sorry. Um. Yes, it is nice to meet new people.

[arslansenki.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Arslan looks over at Azrael, who just seems content to stay on his arm] I doubt he minds either. I bring him out so he can spread his wings fully. The houses are too small.

[Smiles at Lucas] Do you like animals?

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Um, okay, if that is what you want!

I'm, uh, Tavros.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Um.

[That wasn't exactly what he had meant. But Lucas can play along.]

I'm Lucas. . . . It's nice to .... -- W-Wait, hold on. I sort of meant we could try to forget what happened when we started acting funny.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I guess you could say I do. I spent about as much time with them as I did with my friends . . .

[arslansenki.livejournal.com]

I see. Do you have many friends?

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Oh, um, heh. Sorry, I, uh.


Uuh, yeah, okay, that sounds like a good idea. I think that, in general, I would pretty much like to forget all of that stuff happened anyway, so I will forget what happened with, uh, us, too.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm glad.

. . . Do you mind if I ask you something, Tavros?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Probably not as many as most people, no.

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Uh, no, I don't mind.