text • sixteenth reflection

[straying]

fell off a building. don't freak out. 

broke my leg. don't fuss.

i can hear you all laughing from my apartment.

no major damage. stable condition, folks. will be inside for a while. talk about boring.

(ice cream and milk donations will be accepted if you bring them over.)

[filtered to Robin]

and where have YOU been, mister?

[ooc: pardon the super slow tagging of this post, guys. and action tags are welcome for those who have been to Saya's apartment before!]

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text; sorry for the extreme late!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

It is unfortunate. And it's been forever since I decided to wait and let it heal. Am I maturing or just getting too lazy to call up a healer?

[She'll grab that milk, though.]

... but nah, I think the surprise will stay.

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[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Pffft.]

I'm sure you have more than enough people you could call, so. Who can say?

[A tilt of his head.]

Not worried about often, huh? Guess that's not a surprise, with how much you moved around.

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[feelstheaster.livejournal.com]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Guess we'll see in a week or two~

[... she just grins. And it's a grin that implies that it's only the tip of the iceberg, Matthew.]

Nope~ But then again, I normally wasn't so unlucky as to slip like I did!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He pauses.

Considers.]

...Slip in anything and everything, you mean?

Or just off of rooftops?

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[And true to her word, whenever he chooses to come by, the door is open to whoever wants to come in while she's amusing herself in the living room with whatever's on TV.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... a sip of her milk and a frooooown.]

You're so morbid, Matthew.

[Not that she's answering-]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Just curious.

Because, you know. It's one thing to be surprised that people worry about an accident.

And another to be surprised that people worry about you at all.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[.... mutter mutter siiiiiigh-]

It's not a big deal. I can take care of myself anyway!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

You know that's not my point.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

But it's your main concern, right?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Not at the moment. To be honest, at the moment my main concern is that you're so concerned that people are concerned about you!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... that's a pretty ridiculous list of concerns.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I know it is.

[He grins. You're not changing the subject on him, Saya.]

Well?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well...

[huff. cornered. she doesn't like being cornered, but she also can't run anymore- both literally and figuratively]

People tend not to worry about others who get hurt often enough- I always pick myself right up after all, right? So... it's a little strange that they worry! That's all.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[....And he laughs, shaking his head.]

It's not like there's a set amount of worry or concern.

If you'd worry about them at all if they got hurt, chances are they'd worry about you.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... the tilt of her head? That says 'that's new'.

But then she shrugs it off.]

Maybe I'll get used to it.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Maybe you'll not give it any more thought after this, once I stop nagging you about it.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She just laughs.]

You know me too well!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Or I know you just well enough. That's a possibility too.

You're guilty as charged, then?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[well, she hardly looks guilty-]

Probably. I don't like thinking about things like that. If it's not a problem, why bother?