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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 16, 2011 22:52:44 GMT -5
"Very true." Persephone was refering to both of her clanmate's comments. She didn't knoe anyone her age or older how hadn't gotten smashed at least once... Well besides Jane of course. The closest that girl had ever gotten to alcohol was virgin margarittas. Though that was probably best cosidering their family's obvious... problem with drinking.
"I liked to listen to 'em when I'd get miffed at thr old man." She was refering to Satoru's latter statement. "Helped me think straight." True enough, she'd just head over to Kaito or James's house and let the music soak in for a few hours before going home. It always brightened the mood at least a little bit.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 17, 2011 21:53:27 GMT -5
"Strange that they hold that power after what, a thousand years?" Music really DID transcend time, he supposed. And that it still carried the same feelings and emotions with it, that was something Satoru was a bit sad about. His talent didn't lie in something memorable that would affect thousands upon thousands of people, but in the shooting of guns (and people on more than one occasion). When he died, he'd be dead, just another body in this cemetery with no great memories other than in a few people...
This was why he hated days off, he got introspective. That was never a good thing. "Or maybe it's not so strange. I guess books are the same way... still relevant in their ideas."
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 20, 2011 21:53:38 GMT -5
"Yeah. I guess." Although she couldn't say much for the books. The Tora barely so much as touched anything that required reading. "Some stuff just stays timeless, I suppose. People remember it." Her sharp golden eyes got that fuzzy distant look in them again, and her lips twichted up into a semi-sad smirk. "Can't say much of what I do with myself will be very memorable, even if I'd like it to be."
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 21, 2011 21:23:50 GMT -5
"Hear hear." Satoru chimed flatly, unsurprised that Persephone's thoughts were trailing along the same lines as his own. He suppressed a shiver as the wind blew by. Damn it was freezing out here... "I don't know about you kid, but I'm starving. I'll buy ya somethin' ta eat if ya wanna tag along, but if you don't..." He held out his hand for the possible return of his jacket.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 21, 2011 21:34:24 GMT -5
"Ya kidding? I never pass up free food." She cracked a childish grin. "I'm too poor to let pride get in the way." Regardless, she did return his jacket. She wasn't a whimp, her body could take a little nippy weather for a bit. Even if it was getting ridiculously cold for this time of day.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 21, 2011 21:52:42 GMT -5
Satoru shrugged on his jacket and brushed over the creases. Chivalry be damned, he was glad he had this thing back. "Alright then. Let's get over to the Wok and out of the cold." For only being in his thirties, the weather was certainly making him feel old...
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 21, 2011 21:56:54 GMT -5
"Yesssir!" Persephone gave a mock salute, signaling for her clanmate to lead the way. Once again, the cold air pricked at at pair skin like pins and needles, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. If anything, it was keeping her mind alive and awake... more than it already was. She'd probably change her mind about that in a few minutes (although she wouldn't audibly complain, she was too proud for that).
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 21, 2011 22:15:53 GMT -5
Satoru cracked a grin and began limping back towards town. They had a little ways to go and there was no way he was going to call a cab or something like that. "Forward march, Chatterbox." He called back over his shoulder at her.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 21, 2011 22:25:42 GMT -5
While being referred to as "Chatterbox" had previously irked her, Persephone found that the nickname was starting to grow on her. She wouldn't go as far to say that she was fond of it, but it didn't bother her at all.
"Aye, aye, Colonel!" The Tora gave a playful half-march, half-skip forward, her hands clasped loosely behind her back as she moved. She snuck a glance upward, noting the fluffy grey clouds rolling in. Once more she found herself thinking of snow. Lord, she hated the stuff. She really hoped the weather would hold back for at least another month.
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