「浅野 凜」 Asano Rin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
revengeisalie) wrote2011-10-31 08:11 pm
revengeisalie) wrote2011-10-31 08:11 pm
2POINT3 » [accidental voice | action]
Warning: This post treats the curse's subject in a half-serious manner. Parents are mentioned. Be careful if that squicks you!
[Leaving the house today may just be the worst idea Rin has ever had. But she's running out of rice, and you can't ever not have rice. As far as she's concerned. So even if the very new notion that the people all around her are looking quite... tasty today is making her sick through and through, she has to brave it. If she wants to have any hope of just stuffing herself full with the newly bought, fresh rice (think of the fragrant, white rice!) and -- not meat, vegetables, and tofu, that is filling and delicious -- then there is hardly a choice.
Thus today finds her walking down the street quite immersed in trying not to look too long at anyone, and to think of how awesome rice and tofu are, and to think many, many distracting thoughts. Which means that no, she is not at all looking where she's going. Hear, she's even humming a little song, which the device just so happens to record.]
Rain's falling, rain's falling,
mother's coming--
[No, not that one. Mother and today -- for a moment, she stands still with her hand pressed to her mouth to keep the bile down.
Nothing about people, then. What else -- flowers. Flowers are always good. Never mind how the heads they often often adorn look that much -- NO.]
Spring has come, spring has come, where has spring come?
It's come to the mountain, the village, the fields.
Flowers are blooming...
[And a click off.]
[Leaving the house today may just be the worst idea Rin has ever had. But she's running out of rice, and you can't ever not have rice. As far as she's concerned. So even if the very new notion that the people all around her are looking quite... tasty today is making her sick through and through, she has to brave it. If she wants to have any hope of just stuffing herself full with the newly bought, fresh rice (think of the fragrant, white rice!) and -- not meat, vegetables, and tofu, that is filling and delicious -- then there is hardly a choice.
Thus today finds her walking down the street quite immersed in trying not to look too long at anyone, and to think of how awesome rice and tofu are, and to think many, many distracting thoughts. Which means that no, she is not at all looking where she's going. Hear, she's even humming a little song, which the device just so happens to record.]
Rain's falling, rain's falling,
mother's coming--
[No, not that one. Mother and today -- for a moment, she stands still with her hand pressed to her mouth to keep the bile down.
Nothing about people, then. What else -- flowers. Flowers are always good. Never mind how the heads they often often adorn look that much -- NO.]
Spring has come, spring has come, where has spring come?
It's come to the mountain, the village, the fields.
Flowers are blooming...
[And a click off.]
[ voice ]
[Squirm squirm awkward awkward willyoustopsoundingsotasty howdoesonesoundtasty.]
I'm just feeling like it.
[ voice ]
[ because people who feel like it have to repeat it to themselves desperately.
all the doubt, all the time. ]
[ voice ]
[Tell you what's up? NEVERRRR.]
[ voice ] 1/2
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What concern of yours is it, anyway? If you don't like it, just click away. You can do that, right? On these things.
[ voice ]
If a servant is negligent, what does it say about his master?
[ voice ]
-- eh?!
[ voice ]
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Besides, I'll deal.
[Pause and a gulp.]
Better so if you leave me alone, in fact.
[ voice ] 1/2
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[ voice ]
[Audibly relieved!]
Have a nice day.