[Video / Written / Action?]

[dissonates]

[The journal turns on with a little crash, revealing... the ceiling. Yes, very exciting.]

Stop knocking things over!

[A small, furry black face saunters over to the journal, sniffing curiously. It meows. And then, turning, flops over right on top of it, covering the camera.]

Hey, cat, get off that, it's not your damn bed.

[A small trill, and the fuzzy thing rolls over, revealing a mildly irritated redhead.]

...What the hell? You actually turned it on? Hey, dreck, the cat's from the Dawn Age.

[His tone is even mildly amused for that one. He brushes the kitten off the journal, picking it up and half-closing it. Before it shuts, he reconsiders, then grabs the pen and scribbles out a note.]

[Written / Filtered to Dist]

I need to talk to you.

[There, that's good enough. Back to the whiny, needy little monstrosity who has moved on to making his own water dish into a cat bath. Surprise! Luke brought home a kitten for his very disgruntled original. What a wise decision this was, eh.]

Comments

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Oh...

... can I at least come visit you?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

What, to see the cat?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[...]

No, I meant to see you.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Wh- [Does he really seem that pathetic, seriously? This better not be a pity visit.] Why would you want to do that?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Because I want to go visit all of my friends in their own worlds. Roxas said there's a way to make pathways between different worlds so we can still see each other.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[.....Oh. Oh, he meant-

Shit. Well that's not troublesome at all.]

You think that's really possible?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

That's what he said, and I don't think he'd lie about something like that.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Hm. I'll believe it when I see it. [GO AHEAD AND PROVE IT and pretend he didn't totally derail the question, mwaha.]

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Okay, I will! And if that doesn't work, I'll find a way to borrow a spaceship from Da-- Doctor McCoy's world.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Wouldn't that mean you'd have to go to his world instead? And how would you even find yours in space?

[Space travel, lolol what a joke. Even the Dawn Age inventors couldn't manage that.]

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Um...

[... okay, so he hadn't really thought about that part.]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[Yeah, no kidding.]

Don't make any promises you can't keep.

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

But I never promised I would... I just said I was going to try. What's wrong with that?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Nothing's wrong with it, I just said don't promise it. That's all.

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Okay, okay...

[... he'll still promise it mentally, though.]