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.

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[neverplaysfair]

Of course there are. But I doubt any of them concern themselves with someone as lowly as me.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Hey, I end up concerning myself plenty, Josh.

[neverplaysfair]

I know.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

And?

[neverplaysfair]

I still doubt any of the ones who can mess with my head care about me.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Alright, probably not. And those that do aren't entirely fond of ya. But, what, you don't think I could mess with your head?

[neverplaysfair]

Why, Mr. H, is there something you haven't been telling me?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Aw, J, what would I do that'd involve a memory wipe?

[neverplaysfair]

I suppose I wouldn't know, now would I?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

And I guess you never will.

[neverplaysfair]

Not going to tell little old me?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Who says I even did anything?

[neverplaysfair]

That's for you to divulge, isn't it?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Guess it is. But I'm curious -- what d'you think I might've done? Rob a bank? Molest small children? Spill coffee on your throne?

[neverplaysfair]

The third one sounds like it might have potential.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

... hey, actually, forget I said that. What were we talkin' about? Birthdays?

[neverplaysfair]

No, no, do tell. You spilled coffee where now?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

[ oh now he's screwed. ] I was joking, Josh. Y'know, right alongside 'rob a bank' and 'molest children'.

[neverplaysfair]

Well as I recall...

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Just what d'you recall?

[neverplaysfair]

I seem to remember those hands of yours on a certain part of my body.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Oh? Maybe you dreamed it. [ pause. On second thought, he preferred the line of conversation that most likely pointed to a painful death. ] ...actually, J, I really don't need to know what you dream about.

[neverplaysfair]

Oh, but it wasn't a dream; it was quite real. Now, what was this about the coffee?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Aw, just that it does spill every now and then, but I'm such a sweet guy you forgive me anyway.

[neverplaysfair]

Depends on where it spills. After all, there are some certain places and things which are Off Limits.