Cícera Teixeira

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⚽// Introduction!

Name: Cícera Teixeira [see-se-ra tae-shy-ra]

Pronouns: she/her

Languages: Portuguese, English

Born: 1971

Died: 1995 (age 24)

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[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

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*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

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*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

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*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

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*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

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...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

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Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

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*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

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Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

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"I didn't do any studying"

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Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

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"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

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...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

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*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

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"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

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Ooh, cool!

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*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

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*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

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"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

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"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

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Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

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"Maybe it's the future now!"

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That would suck.

I miss my team...

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*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

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*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

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What? No, I'm from Brazil!

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*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

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*he stares at her blankly*

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It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

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*He trills curiously*

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C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

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"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

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*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

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*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

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"Pretty much yeah"

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Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

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*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

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"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

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*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

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*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

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"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

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"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

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"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

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"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

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"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

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"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

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"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

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"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

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"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

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"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

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*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

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"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

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*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

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"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

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*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

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"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

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"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

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*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

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*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

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*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

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*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

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"When did you play?"

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*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

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"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

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"That's a long time"

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Yeah, about half my life.

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*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

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*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

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"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

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*He returns an earnest gaze*

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*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

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"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

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"Did you play a lot?

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All the time!

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"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

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*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

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"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

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"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

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"Why do you have to schedule it?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

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*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

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"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!

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"That's a whole lotta people"

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Hell yeah it is! *she grins*

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"Enough to run a starship?" He cocks his head curiously.

[cicera-nevermore]

Too many for one starship!

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[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

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"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

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"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

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"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

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*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

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*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

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"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

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"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

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"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

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"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

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"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

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*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

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*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

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*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a whole lotta people"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hell yeah it is! *she grins*

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[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

[cicera-nevermore]

Heh, sometimes.

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Did you play a lot?

[cicera-nevermore]

All the time!

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Harder than going to space?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He returns an earnest gaze*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

[space--the-final-fontier]

[Cícera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*

[cicera-nevermore]

*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*

Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*

"I don't know what that is."

[cicera-nevermore]

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*

"I don't know what that is either"

[cicera-nevermore]

Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.

Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-

[space--the-final-fontier]

...Oh *he hums in thought*

"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I didn't do any studying"

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

[cicera-nevermore]

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he nods excitedly*

[cicera-nevermore]

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, cool!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he trills happily*

"I like space things"

[cicera-nevermore]

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head at her*

"Why?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Who says there can be?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."

*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe it's the future now!"

[cicera-nevermore]

That would suck.

I miss my team...

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"Whats your team?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives a curious whistle*

"You're from Canada?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he blinks at her*

"I don't know where that is"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, in South America??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her blankly*

[cicera-nevermore]

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He trills curiously*

[cicera-nevermore]

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well why not??

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs*

"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs again *

"Not really?"

[cicera-nevermore]

What, so you just didn't have any education??

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Pretty much yeah"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her suspiciously*

"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."

[cicera-nevermore]

Huh? Your dad is here?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he shrugs cheerfully*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"

[cicera-nevermore]

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.

And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

[cicera-nevermore]

No. Also, I'm dead now.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

[cicera-nevermore]

Massive disagree.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"There's people here"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were people when I was alive, too.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

[cicera-nevermore]

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Maybe there weren't though"

[cicera-nevermore]

There were several billion!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

[cicera-nevermore]

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He glares at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What? I'm stating facts!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

[cicera-nevermore]

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

[cicera-nevermore]

What are you, five?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm 18!"

[cicera-nevermore]

You don't act like it.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

[cicera-nevermore]

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Then don't act like it!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

[cicera-nevermore]

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he squints at her*

"I don't know any of those"

[cicera-nevermore]

Evidently.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

[cicera-nevermore]

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he watches, giving a little huff*

[cicera-nevermore]

[she keeps juggling while speaking]

Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

[cicera-nevermore]

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

[space--the-final-fontier]

"When did you play?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she pauses to read*

Professionally, or in general?

[space--the-final-fontier]

"In general"

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

[space--the-final-fontier]

"That's a long time"

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, about half my life.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

[space--the-final-fontier]

*he cocks his head to the side*

"How?"

[cicera-nevermore]

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

[space--the-final-fontier]

"Is that hard?"

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

[nottokyodrift]

[Cícera is looking around the academy, peering out the windows and into random rooms.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

the view’s nice, yeah?

{a man stands in the hall, spiked up dark hair with the worst frosted tips you’ve ever seen. Who is this man’s barber wtf. He grins at the newcomer.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, sometimes. This place is kinda lame though.

[nottokyodrift]

it’s the people that really make the place. I just saw five people sword fighting in the hallway an hour ago. {he shrugs.}

[cicera-nevermore]

*she raises an eyebrow* Five people? All at once?

[nottokyodrift]

yeah. {probably not the first time he’s heard that.}

I don’t thinkkkk they got hurt? I mean a guy lost a thumb but, hey, who needs ‘em. I don’t need my leg… I guess.. { he wraps his fist onto the metal prosthetic leg.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh. Did you lose it somehow or were you born like that?

[nottokyodrift]

Lost it when I died in this freak incident where my race car blew up when I was inside it. I have some scarring on my left side and lost the leg, and I guess my life too. Something about shrapnel to the heart.

{Hoshi shrugs.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Woah... I don't remember how I died. You were a race car driver?

[nottokyodrift]

Hell yeah I was! Part of the Cali Bracket from ‘96 to 99. … but, ah, sorry you don’t remember how you passed, dude.

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, dying young probably isn't a good memory anyway.

And hey, I'm from 1995!

[nottokyodrift]

Damn, outlived you just a bit. It’s cool to meet more people from the 90s though. Some of these guys are so.. ancient. Some of them are from the 1800s, and that shit is absurd to me..

[cicera-nevermore]

That's insane!

[nottokyodrift]

Mhm.. heard rumors theres some people from the revolutionary war. It’s wack.

promise me you won’t be all fuddy duddy like those old prudes, will ya?

[cicera-nevermore]

Oi, don't be mean to them. *she smacks his arm playfully*

[nottokyodrift]

It’s not unwarranted, dude.. some farm girl hit me with a shovel !

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him a cheeky grin* You sure you didn't deserve it?

[nottokyodrift]

.. {he takes a moment to reflect, before doubling down}

Definitely not. She’s friends with the guy that I.. er. She’s friends with my former roommate so i definitely didn’t deserve it. {he huffs his chest.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh, I'm not sure that's a good enough reason. If anything, it sounds more like you deserved it now.

[nottokyodrift]

If you knew the full context, you’d be on my side, dude.

{he says, not giving any context.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Okay, sooo... what's the context?

[nottokyodrift]

I almost dated my roommate but he couldn’t let his ex from life go and I didn’t wanna be a rebound or something like that. ..i think I’m skipping a few details.

[cicera-nevermore]

Oof, sounds complicated.

*computer loading circle*

Wait, you almost dated your roommate??

[nottokyodrift]

….Yeahhhhh?? I know, I knowww. Stupid of me.

{he doesn’t even bother defending it.}

[cicera-nevermore]

But he's a guy????

[nottokyodrift]

{Hoshi had been at Nevermore for too long that he forgot it wasn’t normal during the time he was alive to date men.}

…well. Right. Um. Apparently dating the same sex is kinda.. in. It’s more acceptable here.

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh? Even with all the people from ages ago??

[nottokyodrift]

okay, well,, some people are still sorting through it. Some still aren’t okay with it. A few are having crises about it.

all of the above.. yada yada.. It’s.. like the world’s most culture-shocked melting pot, if that makes any sense.

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, that makes sense.

[nottokyodrift]

{he nods, then groans about something for a moment, gritting his teeth.}

[cicera-nevermore]

What's wrong?

[nottokyodrift]

Just a sec… right.. I’m good now. {he tries to shake his absent leg out to not much avail.}

[cicera-nevermore]

...?

[nottokyodrift]

phantom pains.. er.. because the leg.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. Does it hurt a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

Sometimes because nerves and stuff.. aughh..

[cicera-nevermore]

Are you nervous?

[nottokyodrift]

huh? {he tilts his head in confusion.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Does it hurt right now because you're nervous?

[nottokyodrift]

..I dunno if those are correlated but yeah it kind of does.

[cicera-nevermore]

You said it's bad sometimes because of nerves...

[nottokyodrift]

oh! No. No no. I mean like.. nerves! Like your nervous system. The things in your body that feel and react to stuff.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ah, nervos!

[nottokyodrift]

Yeaah! Pretty much.

[cicera-nevermore]

Is it hard to move around a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

sort of. It’s already kind of difficult but then there’s some days where it’s especially bad.

[cicera-nevermore]

Probably can't play football, huh?

[nottokyodrift]

Yeah, not really. I was always more of a throwing sports kid than a kicking one anyway.

[cicera-nevermore]

Which sport's your favorite?

[nottokyodrift]

Baseball, I’ve got a hell of a swing with a bat.

{he grins proudly, doing a pantomime of a bat swing motion.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh... [She's trying to look interested and probably not succeeding.]

[nottokyodrift]

Pfft. {he catches on quite immediately. Probably the first hint he ever got.}

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[nottokyodrift]

Sorry for boring you, heh. You don’t have to pretend.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ah...sorry.

[nottokyodrift]

don’t be, it’s funny.

[cicera-nevermore]

Hah, "funny".

[nottokyodrift]

{he grins awkwardly, hoping that was just playful sarcasm rather than her making fun of him.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Did you play a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

sorta? I wasn’t exactly a professional, but it was a good time passer with me and my friends.

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh.

[nottokyodrift]

Racing was more of my profession.

Did you do any sports?

[cicera-nevermore]

*her face lights up* Football!

[nottokyodrift]

{he rubs his eyes in some hypothetical annoyance.}

please tell me you mean the interesting kind and not the American Super Bowl kind..

[cicera-nevermore]

*she laughs* The interesting kind, of course!

[nottokyodrift]

thank GOODNESS.

now.. {he grins.}

Didya do it professionally or is it just for fun? Favorite position for it?

[cicera-nevermore]

Professional midfielder here! *she stands proudly*

[nottokyodrift]

Daaaamn, that takes guts.

win any awards?

[cicera-nevermore]

Dunno, there's a lot I don't remember.

[nottokyodrift]

Ahh, I see. Heh, keep me updated though.

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure. Uhh, what's your name?

[nottokyodrift]

…… OH.

{the revelation that he never told the stranger his name just hit him like a truck. Or, in his case, like debris from a race car exploding.}

I’m Hoshi Takeda. {he does some cheesy finger guns.}

[cicera-nevermore]

I'm Cícera Teixeira. Nice to meetcha.

[nottokyodrift]

Nice to meet you too!!

[cicera-nevermore]

You're certainly nicer than some of the people I've met so far.

[nottokyodrift]

oh damn.. {he laughs at this with an expression as though he just got gut punched}

Ahh, dude, i think you should get excited then because there’s definitely nicer people here, I’m middle of the road.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ey, don't sell yourself short. You've been pretty friendly.

[nottokyodrift]

Pftt, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.

[cicera-nevermore]

*she shrugs* Eh, not like I'd care if I was.

[nottokyodrift]

riiiiighhhht, heh. {he nudges.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm?

[nottokyodrift]

Just teasing.

[cicera-nevermore]

*she tilts her head in confusion*

[nottokyodrift]

Because why wouldn’t you care hehe

[cicera-nevermore]

Because it doesn't matter. [She says this as if it's somewhat obvious.]

[nottokyodrift]

{he decides to drop it, then looks around like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to say.}

[cicera-nevermore]

You hungry?

[nottokyodrift]

Now that you mention it.. yeah. Are you hungry too?

[cicera-nevermore]

Yup.

[nottokyodrift]

well, let’s bounce then. Wouldn’t wanna wait for too long.

[cicera-nevermore]

Aye aye, captain!

[nottokyodrift]

{they dart off to the kitchen.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh, I didn't know this was here.

[nottokyodrift]

[Cícera is looking around the academy, peering out the windows and into random rooms.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

the view’s nice, yeah?

{a man stands in the hall, spiked up dark hair with the worst frosted tips you’ve ever seen. Who is this man’s barber wtf. He grins at the newcomer.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, sometimes. This place is kinda lame though.

[nottokyodrift]

it’s the people that really make the place. I just saw five people sword fighting in the hallway an hour ago. {he shrugs.}

[cicera-nevermore]

*she raises an eyebrow* Five people? All at once?

[nottokyodrift]

yeah. {probably not the first time he’s heard that.}

I don’t thinkkkk they got hurt? I mean a guy lost a thumb but, hey, who needs ‘em. I don’t need my leg… I guess.. { he wraps his fist onto the metal prosthetic leg.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh. Did you lose it somehow or were you born like that?

[nottokyodrift]

Lost it when I died in this freak incident where my race car blew up when I was inside it. I have some scarring on my left side and lost the leg, and I guess my life too. Something about shrapnel to the heart.

{Hoshi shrugs.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Woah... I don't remember how I died. You were a race car driver?

[nottokyodrift]

Hell yeah I was! Part of the Cali Bracket from ‘96 to 99. … but, ah, sorry you don’t remember how you passed, dude.

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, dying young probably isn't a good memory anyway.

And hey, I'm from 1995!

[nottokyodrift]

Damn, outlived you just a bit. It’s cool to meet more people from the 90s though. Some of these guys are so.. ancient. Some of them are from the 1800s, and that shit is absurd to me..

[cicera-nevermore]

That's insane!

[nottokyodrift]

Mhm.. heard rumors theres some people from the revolutionary war. It’s wack.

promise me you won’t be all fuddy duddy like those old prudes, will ya?

[cicera-nevermore]

Oi, don't be mean to them. *she smacks his arm playfully*

[nottokyodrift]

It’s not unwarranted, dude.. some farm girl hit me with a shovel !

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him a cheeky grin* You sure you didn't deserve it?

[nottokyodrift]

.. {he takes a moment to reflect, before doubling down}

Definitely not. She’s friends with the guy that I.. er. She’s friends with my former roommate so i definitely didn’t deserve it. {he huffs his chest.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh, I'm not sure that's a good enough reason. If anything, it sounds more like you deserved it now.

[nottokyodrift]

If you knew the full context, you’d be on my side, dude.

{he says, not giving any context.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Okay, sooo... what's the context?

[nottokyodrift]

I almost dated my roommate but he couldn’t let his ex from life go and I didn’t wanna be a rebound or something like that. ..i think I’m skipping a few details.

[cicera-nevermore]

Oof, sounds complicated.

*computer loading circle*

Wait, you almost dated your roommate??

[nottokyodrift]

….Yeahhhhh?? I know, I knowww. Stupid of me.

{he doesn’t even bother defending it.}

[cicera-nevermore]

But he's a guy????

[nottokyodrift]

{Hoshi had been at Nevermore for too long that he forgot it wasn’t normal during the time he was alive to date men.}

…well. Right. Um. Apparently dating the same sex is kinda.. in. It’s more acceptable here.

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh? Even with all the people from ages ago??

[nottokyodrift]

okay, well,, some people are still sorting through it. Some still aren’t okay with it. A few are having crises about it.

all of the above.. yada yada.. It’s.. like the world’s most culture-shocked melting pot, if that makes any sense.

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, that makes sense.

[nottokyodrift]

{he nods, then groans about something for a moment, gritting his teeth.}

[cicera-nevermore]

What's wrong?

[nottokyodrift]

Just a sec… right.. I’m good now. {he tries to shake his absent leg out to not much avail.}

[cicera-nevermore]

...?

[nottokyodrift]

phantom pains.. er.. because the leg.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. Does it hurt a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

Sometimes because nerves and stuff.. aughh..

[cicera-nevermore]

Are you nervous?

[nottokyodrift]

huh? {he tilts his head in confusion.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Does it hurt right now because you're nervous?

[nottokyodrift]

..I dunno if those are correlated but yeah it kind of does.

[cicera-nevermore]

You said it's bad sometimes because of nerves...

[nottokyodrift]

oh! No. No no. I mean like.. nerves! Like your nervous system. The things in your body that feel and react to stuff.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ah, nervos!

[nottokyodrift]

Yeaah! Pretty much.

[cicera-nevermore]

Is it hard to move around a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

sort of. It’s already kind of difficult but then there’s some days where it’s especially bad.

[cicera-nevermore]

Probably can't play football, huh?

[nottokyodrift]

Yeah, not really. I was always more of a throwing sports kid than a kicking one anyway.

[cicera-nevermore]

Which sport's your favorite?

[nottokyodrift]

Baseball, I’ve got a hell of a swing with a bat.

{he grins proudly, doing a pantomime of a bat swing motion.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh... [She's trying to look interested and probably not succeeding.]

[nottokyodrift]

Pfft. {he catches on quite immediately. Probably the first hint he ever got.}

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[nottokyodrift]

Sorry for boring you, heh. You don’t have to pretend.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ah...sorry.

[nottokyodrift]

don’t be, it’s funny.

[cicera-nevermore]

Hah, "funny".

[nottokyodrift]

{he grins awkwardly, hoping that was just playful sarcasm rather than her making fun of him.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Did you play a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

sorta? I wasn’t exactly a professional, but it was a good time passer with me and my friends.

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh.

[nottokyodrift]

Racing was more of my profession.

Did you do any sports?

[cicera-nevermore]

*her face lights up* Football!

[nottokyodrift]

{he rubs his eyes in some hypothetical annoyance.}

please tell me you mean the interesting kind and not the American Super Bowl kind..

[cicera-nevermore]

*she laughs* The interesting kind, of course!

[nottokyodrift]

thank GOODNESS.

now.. {he grins.}

Didya do it professionally or is it just for fun? Favorite position for it?

[cicera-nevermore]

Professional midfielder here! *she stands proudly*

[nottokyodrift]

Daaaamn, that takes guts.

win any awards?

[cicera-nevermore]

Dunno, there's a lot I don't remember.

[nottokyodrift]

Ahh, I see. Heh, keep me updated though.

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure. Uhh, what's your name?

[nottokyodrift]

…… OH.

{the revelation that he never told the stranger his name just hit him like a truck. Or, in his case, like debris from a race car exploding.}

I’m Hoshi Takeda. {he does some cheesy finger guns.}

[cicera-nevermore]

I'm Cícera Teixeira. Nice to meetcha.

[nottokyodrift]

Nice to meet you too!!

[cicera-nevermore]

You're certainly nicer than some of the people I've met so far.

[nottokyodrift]

oh damn.. {he laughs at this with an expression as though he just got gut punched}

Ahh, dude, i think you should get excited then because there’s definitely nicer people here, I’m middle of the road.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ey, don't sell yourself short. You've been pretty friendly.

[nottokyodrift]

Pftt, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.

[cicera-nevermore]

*she shrugs* Eh, not like I'd care if I was.

[nottokyodrift]

riiiiighhhht, heh. {he nudges.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm?

[nottokyodrift]

Just teasing.

[cicera-nevermore]

*she tilts her head in confusion*

[nottokyodrift]

Because why wouldn’t you care hehe

[cicera-nevermore]

Because it doesn't matter. [She says this as if it's somewhat obvious.]

[nottokyodrift]

{he decides to drop it, then looks around like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to say.}

[cicera-nevermore]

You hungry?

[nottokyodrift]

Now that you mention it.. yeah. Are you hungry too?

[cicera-nevermore]

Yup.

[nottokyodrift]

well, let’s bounce then. Wouldn’t wanna wait for too long.

[cicera-nevermore]

Aye aye, captain!

[nottokyodrift]

[Cícera is looking around the academy, peering out the windows and into random rooms.]

-- @cicera-nevermore

the view’s nice, yeah?

{a man stands in the hall, spiked up dark hair with the worst frosted tips you’ve ever seen. Who is this man’s barber wtf. He grins at the newcomer.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, sometimes. This place is kinda lame though.

[nottokyodrift]

it’s the people that really make the place. I just saw five people sword fighting in the hallway an hour ago. {he shrugs.}

[cicera-nevermore]

*she raises an eyebrow* Five people? All at once?

[nottokyodrift]

yeah. {probably not the first time he’s heard that.}

I don’t thinkkkk they got hurt? I mean a guy lost a thumb but, hey, who needs ‘em. I don’t need my leg… I guess.. { he wraps his fist onto the metal prosthetic leg.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh. Did you lose it somehow or were you born like that?

[nottokyodrift]

Lost it when I died in this freak incident where my race car blew up when I was inside it. I have some scarring on my left side and lost the leg, and I guess my life too. Something about shrapnel to the heart.

{Hoshi shrugs.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Woah... I don't remember how I died. You were a race car driver?

[nottokyodrift]

Hell yeah I was! Part of the Cali Bracket from ‘96 to 99. … but, ah, sorry you don’t remember how you passed, dude.

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh, dying young probably isn't a good memory anyway.

And hey, I'm from 1995!

[nottokyodrift]

Damn, outlived you just a bit. It’s cool to meet more people from the 90s though. Some of these guys are so.. ancient. Some of them are from the 1800s, and that shit is absurd to me..

[cicera-nevermore]

That's insane!

[nottokyodrift]

Mhm.. heard rumors theres some people from the revolutionary war. It’s wack.

promise me you won’t be all fuddy duddy like those old prudes, will ya?

[cicera-nevermore]

Oi, don't be mean to them. *she smacks his arm playfully*

[nottokyodrift]

It’s not unwarranted, dude.. some farm girl hit me with a shovel !

[cicera-nevermore]

*she gives him a cheeky grin* You sure you didn't deserve it?

[nottokyodrift]

.. {he takes a moment to reflect, before doubling down}

Definitely not. She’s friends with the guy that I.. er. She’s friends with my former roommate so i definitely didn’t deserve it. {he huffs his chest.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Uhh, I'm not sure that's a good enough reason. If anything, it sounds more like you deserved it now.

[nottokyodrift]

If you knew the full context, you’d be on my side, dude.

{he says, not giving any context.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Okay, sooo... what's the context?

[nottokyodrift]

I almost dated my roommate but he couldn’t let his ex from life go and I didn’t wanna be a rebound or something like that. ..i think I’m skipping a few details.

[cicera-nevermore]

Oof, sounds complicated.

*computer loading circle*

Wait, you almost dated your roommate??

[nottokyodrift]

….Yeahhhhh?? I know, I knowww. Stupid of me.

{he doesn’t even bother defending it.}

[cicera-nevermore]

But he's a guy????

[nottokyodrift]

{Hoshi had been at Nevermore for too long that he forgot it wasn’t normal during the time he was alive to date men.}

…well. Right. Um. Apparently dating the same sex is kinda.. in. It’s more acceptable here.

[cicera-nevermore]

Eh? Even with all the people from ages ago??

[nottokyodrift]

okay, well,, some people are still sorting through it. Some still aren’t okay with it. A few are having crises about it.

all of the above.. yada yada.. It’s.. like the world’s most culture-shocked melting pot, if that makes any sense.

[cicera-nevermore]

Yeah, that makes sense.

[nottokyodrift]

{he nods, then groans about something for a moment, gritting his teeth.}

[cicera-nevermore]

What's wrong?

[nottokyodrift]

Just a sec… right.. I’m good now. {he tries to shake his absent leg out to not much avail.}

[cicera-nevermore]

...?

[nottokyodrift]

phantom pains.. er.. because the leg.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ohh. Does it hurt a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

Sometimes because nerves and stuff.. aughh..

[cicera-nevermore]

Are you nervous?

[nottokyodrift]

huh? {he tilts his head in confusion.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Does it hurt right now because you're nervous?

[nottokyodrift]

..I dunno if those are correlated but yeah it kind of does.

[cicera-nevermore]

You said it's bad sometimes because of nerves...

[nottokyodrift]

oh! No. No no. I mean like.. nerves! Like your nervous system. The things in your body that feel and react to stuff.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ah, nervos!

[nottokyodrift]

Yeaah! Pretty much.

[cicera-nevermore]

Is it hard to move around a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

sort of. It’s already kind of difficult but then there’s some days where it’s especially bad.

[cicera-nevermore]

Probably can't play football, huh?

[nottokyodrift]

Yeah, not really. I was always more of a throwing sports kid than a kicking one anyway.

[cicera-nevermore]

Which sport's your favorite?

[nottokyodrift]

Baseball, I’ve got a hell of a swing with a bat.

{he grins proudly, doing a pantomime of a bat swing motion.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Ooh... [She's trying to look interested and probably not succeeding.]

[nottokyodrift]

Pfft. {he catches on quite immediately. Probably the first hint he ever got.}

[cicera-nevermore]

What?

[nottokyodrift]

Sorry for boring you, heh. You don’t have to pretend.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ah...sorry.

[nottokyodrift]

don’t be, it’s funny.

[cicera-nevermore]

Hah, "funny".

[nottokyodrift]

{he grins awkwardly, hoping that was just playful sarcasm rather than her making fun of him.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Did you play a lot?

[nottokyodrift]

sorta? I wasn’t exactly a professional, but it was a good time passer with me and my friends.

[cicera-nevermore]

Oh.

[nottokyodrift]

Racing was more of my profession.

Did you do any sports?

[cicera-nevermore]

*her face lights up* Football!

[nottokyodrift]

{he rubs his eyes in some hypothetical annoyance.}

please tell me you mean the interesting kind and not the American Super Bowl kind..

[cicera-nevermore]

*she laughs* The interesting kind, of course!

[nottokyodrift]

thank GOODNESS.

now.. {he grins.}

Didya do it professionally or is it just for fun? Favorite position for it?

[cicera-nevermore]

Professional midfielder here! *she stands proudly*

[nottokyodrift]

Daaaamn, that takes guts.

win any awards?

[cicera-nevermore]

Dunno, there's a lot I don't remember.

[nottokyodrift]

Ahh, I see. Heh, keep me updated though.

[cicera-nevermore]

Sure. Uhh, what's your name?

[nottokyodrift]

…… OH.

{the revelation that he never told the stranger his name just hit him like a truck. Or, in his case, like debris from a race car exploding.}

I’m Hoshi Takeda. {he does some cheesy finger guns.}

[cicera-nevermore]

I'm Cícera Teixeira. Nice to meetcha.

[nottokyodrift]

Nice to meet you too!!

[cicera-nevermore]

You're certainly nicer than some of the people I've met so far.

[nottokyodrift]

oh damn.. {he laughs at this with an expression as though he just got gut punched}

Ahh, dude, i think you should get excited then because there’s definitely nicer people here, I’m middle of the road.

[cicera-nevermore]

Ey, don't sell yourself short. You've been pretty friendly.

[nottokyodrift]

Pftt, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.

[cicera-nevermore]

*she shrugs* Eh, not like I'd care if I was.

[nottokyodrift]

riiiiighhhht, heh. {he nudges.}

[cicera-nevermore]

Hm?

[nottokyodrift]

Just teasing.

[cicera-nevermore]

*she tilts her head in confusion*

[nottokyodrift]

Because why wouldn’t you care hehe

[cicera-nevermore]

Because it doesn't matter. [She says this as if it's somewhat obvious.]

[nottokyodrift]

{he decides to drop it, then looks around like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to say.}

[cicera-nevermore]

You hungry?

[nottokyodrift]

Now that you mention it.. yeah. Are you hungry too?

[cicera-nevermore]

Yup.