video ● ninth reflection

[straying]

You know... this actually isn't that bad! I mean, in comparison to what could be happening this time of year? I'm a little irritated that I can't seem to change, but that's only because it's a little chilly.

[Yes, Saya's pacing around her apartment, all dressed up. .... not that you can see most of the top portion. See this guy here? See that cloak?

She pulls it off way better than he does. :D Many thanks, Billy.]

No one's afraid of ghosts around here ri-- Aaahh!

[A surprised squeal that was attempted to be contained. She cuts off the feed quite abruptly-

... she tripped.]

Comments

I LOVE YOU?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Gonna let me borrow your knife to hack one off?

I think it's the bottom one that I tripped over.

[Where's the fun in agreeing right off the bat?]

ILU TOO. ;__;

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Now where would be the fun in that? I'll take my cloak back, thank you.

<3

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

But you gave it to me~

[She laughs.]

In a sense.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

In a sense, I was also possessed by someone else. Besides, did you really trust the word of a thief?

[He's already on his way; the scenery moves along with him, but he seems to have no trouble navigating even while speaking to a small screen.

He is certainly glad to have his body back.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I guess I can't hope that thief's honor would apply to this situation in some way, shape, or form?

[She sighs.]

Window's closed, you're going to have to get through the door this time. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't try the air vents again either. That would be a waste of the nice attire that I assume you've also been forced into.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Thief's honor doesn't extend to material goods; that would be silly.

[He nods, and Click!

...hangs up.

But it's okay, because the door opens a moment later.]

Alright, hand it over.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She tosses her own SFC on the coffee table and turns to face him, but still doesn't bother to get up.

... The floor is comfy enough and she's not taking the risk of falling again.]

So demanding! Not even a hello?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He walks over to her, suited up like everyone else, but his mask isn't on--it's in his pocket, rather.

And he shakes his head, offering her a hand.]

Nope. Sorry.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[An overly dramatic sigh.]

Well, at least you look the part of a gentleman.

[... she still takes his hand anyway. Stupid boy friend not!bff. :|]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[And he pulls her up without any further ado, leaning forward very much into her personal space, and in one fluid movement unclasps the cloak with nimble fingers and whips it away.

He settles it around his own shoulders, grinning cheekily.]

Does that help?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Well, she was expecting that, at least. So she won't fight back, because... what's his is his. But that doesn't mean she's particularly happy about it. So she crosses her arms in a mock huff.]

Not particularly. I'm actually colder now. Can't suppose you know a solution for this dilemma, Matthew?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He walks over to the cabinet and--

Blanket coming your way.]

There. Fixed.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[.... ffff. Caught and wrapped around her shoulders as she takes a seat on the couch.]

You have an answer for everything. Nice to see that you know your way around my apartment, too.

[She rolls her eyes. Dammit, Matthew.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I'd be a pretty poor thief if I couldn't manage that much.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Should I expect something of mine to be gone soon?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Not unless you have more friends who think you shouldn't be shooting a gun.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[SIIIIIIIGH.]

Why'd you have to go and bring that up? And I was just about to get over it.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I know how you are about memories. I would hate for you to forget things so easily.

... so I think I broke my laptop.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Some things are better left forgotten.

...Oh you.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I would disagree. Everything should be remembered.

It fixed itself overnight! ... kinda.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... and her thoughts go to Naoya. She looks a bit more thoughtful now.]

.... nah, I still stand by what I said. Remembering everything sounds like... just too much.

BRB SCREWING WITH TIMELINES...?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Naoya has confided in him as well. So it isn't hard to guess.]

Well, Naoya is a special case. He always has been.

I still think remembering is better than forgetting.

IN THE SPIRIT OF PH

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... she just blinks at that. She didn't sleeptalk, did she? Pretty sure she kept her lips zipped when it concerned other people's secrets. But... well, she didn't put anything past Matthew anymore when it came to information.

So now it's time for a bit of exchange.]

... how much did he tell you?

Well... I guess. So long as remembering doesn't hold you off from anything. [Oh, the mixed feelings of am amnesiac.]

FFFF. WE JUST CAN'T ESCAPE IT

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[A shrug. He smiles.]

Just about everything, I think. Same to you, I assume?

Though memories...you have to live your life the way you want to either way.

NEVER. LOOK AT THIS LOLIRONIC CR RIGHT HERE

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yeah. A while back. I'm surprised. How'd you get it out of him?

Haha, maybe. I only know one way to live.