Game 011 [Voice] - Another Year Wiser

[neverplaysfair]

Given the nature of time here in relation to our own worlds, would you say that birthdays here even have a point? You lose any time you spend here when you go home, and possibly regain it if you return, so it the end it arguably doesn't exist in any permanent capacity. But it's still time that you've lived and experience that you've gained.

Comments

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Sure, sure. Young and human. Don't care how strong you get, Josh, to me you're still that annoying teenager who'd drop by to chat, way back when.

[neverplaysfair]

Oh my, you've been after me for that long?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Who says I'm after you now?

[neverplaysfair]

Your denial.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Not interested in kids, Josh. And not interested in thirty-something females, either, if they're you.

[neverplaysfair]

Of course you're not.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Is it so hard to believe?

[neverplaysfair]

Possibly.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Come on, boss, do I really seem like a pedophile? Had to talk Shiki through this, too!

[neverplaysfair]

Well, you did get me drunk and grope me and kiss me...

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Where'd you get this idea that I groped you? It keeps comin' up and it didn't happen.

[neverplaysfair]

I've told you many times. Just because you don't remember doesn't mean it never happened.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Things are kinda blurry, but-- what, did I do it as a joke, to get back at you for somethin'? There's no way I actually wanted to get in your pants.

[neverplaysfair]

Hmm, I don't seem to recall either. Just the tight squeeze of your hand...

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Yeah? I'm sure you were horrified.

[neverplaysfair]

Well, it took until the alcohol wore off for the trauma to set in.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

So at the time, I'm sure you were loving it. ...in theory, that is. I'm still not buyin' it.

[neverplaysfair]

Loving it, didn't mind... it's all a bit fuzzy.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

I bet. But somehow I seem to remember your hands -- or maybe that was some sorta awful nightmare. [ This is a shot in the dark, of course; he's half-convinced he dreamed it. ]

[neverplaysfair]

My hands? Hmm, I think I put them on your hips when we danced...

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That bit.

[neverplaysfair]

Oh, was I supposed to keep them to myself? That makes for rather awkward slowdancing I hear.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Which might be why I'm not big on slow-dancing with Joshuas.

[neverplaysfair]

I still don't see how this is relevant.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

To what? Birthdays, pedophilia, your games, groping -- pick a topic, we've strayed offa plenty'a them.