video ● twelfth reflection

[straying]

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Merry Christmas Eve! Stay all warm and snuggly in your homes!

[She waves and seems to have almost completely recovered from her little stint the other day. But she'd really rather not mention it. Instead, feel free to notice that she's got a bag with her.]

Aaaand don't come to mine. I'm moving! Don't look for me. I'll be fine. If you need me, call Matthew - if he doesn't mind taking my messages - and I'll get it one way or another. Lastly, if you see a certain brooding male with brown hair and these very noticeable gold eyes, don't tell him a thing about me. Also, there's a Roman Numeral 13 tattoo on him if you need more identification. Say that my name on the SFC is a malfunction and that I left a while ago. I'll explain later!

[A grin and then she presses a button, expecting to hang up. In her haste, she manages to miss it and instead of just privately calling Matthew, everyone manages to hear the next part. The notes of happiness leave her voice and she seems tired for a bit.]

Hey Matthew, we need to talk. [A pause before she starts laughing.] Oh, don't think I'm breaking up with you, though. I left some of my stuff at your place, right?

[... oh. Just realizing that everyone's hearing this. Even more laughter.]

Inside joke, inside joke! Ignore that and remember: don't tell Train a thing!

Comments

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Heh, Matthew's good at playing hero despite what he says.

Good to know you're alright physically. ... how're you doing mentally?

[aimforthesun.livejournal.com]

... I'm fine.

[He's really, really not.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...Yeah. He gets it.]

No better way to get your mind off of things than to constantly move apartments, I suppose.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She knows.]

I wish I was that gutsy after my first fight.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... that's one way to look at it.

[She laughs.]

Idle chatter helps too. When's your birthday, Matthew?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

I'm not really sure.

[He didn't particularly have much in the way of a childhood, after all.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.]

That's okay. Me too.

But if you don't mind, I figure we might as well assign you a birthday.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[A shrug.]

At this point? I'm not really sure there's a point to it.

You don't know when your birthday is?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Sure there is! Birthdays are fun.

[A shrug.] Not exactly? I kinda just picked one for myself after I woke up from the coma. It wasn't like any of my relatives or foster families knew the truth more than I did.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Coma, huh? You never told him this, Saya, but...he thinks he gets it now.]

I guess they could be. It sounds like more effort than it's worth, though.

So? When is your birthday, then?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

That's because you don't know how to live sometimes.

[She waves off that one.]

Later, later. We're figuring out yours first.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I am very good at living, if you were doubting that.

[...pffff.]

Fine then. Pick a date. It doesn't really matter to me.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I think I'll doubt it for a while longer.

[A pause and... she's trying to think of a day that may mean something to him.

But then she realizes he's Matthew and getting him to admit such a day (if it even existed) would be a pain in the butt.

So what does she do when she can't do something for him? She does something for herself instead-]

How's the day we met?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[........................]

That is very sappy, Saya.

But sure, why not? It doesn't matter either way to me.

Now when is your birthday?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[as;dlfkjadsf;ljaksf she hates you she swears she does]

Shut up, we can't use Dem's method for you. I don't want to grab a calendar and play darts with the whole year.

[And then she huffs.]

... in a week.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

Ah.

Well.

Happy birthday, Saya. I doubt you'll be in a celebratory mood, but what do you do for birthdays?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... She just laughs.]

What do you mean not in a celebratory mood?

How many people get to celebrate the first anniversary of their own death?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...A shake of his head.]

Sometimes you try to purposefully prove me wrong, I think.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Caught.

But she'll only shrug in return.]

... sometimes.

To answer your previous question? I get myself a load of food, pay a visit to whoever I know in the town, and...

[Always consider buying a train ticket to her childhood home. She shakes her head.]

Just enjoy myself for the day. There tends to be a festival in town to celebrate. The fireworks are pretty, all things considered.

[aimforthesun.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't call it much of a fight... I wasn't really around for it, at least.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Take care.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Still... an attack isn't much better.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She salutes.]

Lend him a hand for me, would you, Ban? By that I mean... just make sure he doesn't hurt himself?

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

No problem.

[girlpowertouka.livejournal.com]

[Giggle giggle giggle.]

What happened to 'no commitment,' Saya-san?