Been pretty quiet around here lately.
Had a cold for a few days.
Actually sick this time, not just playing pretend.
Had Kagami shave my back earlier.
Not because there’s anything there, but because I like it when Kagami runs a disposable razor down the creamed-up in-between of my shoulder blades.
Sticking my tongue out and panting, I began to claw at the sink in front of me like a dog experiencing the pleasures of not yet being a forgotten part of the family. This was in the then steamy bathroom of our eleeto neeto ‘minimalist’ one-room apartment.
It soon became so intense that I began to convulse, slumping over to curl and uncurl in the tub like a centipede having a giggle fit to the tune of just being lightly stepped on.
I howled as if I had returned from a nightly prowl of the moon.
I very well may have. The hare moon was just the other day after all.
And bunny rabbits are so very, very special to me.
Just like my sweet, lovely, Kagami.
“Why can’t you decide what animal you are?” my fluffy bunny screamed at me over the side of the tub, “I can’t tell if you are a fox, a wolf, or some other feline creature! And lately you’ve even been doing this bunny getup in trying to steal Inaba’s booty!”
“Ohhh Kagamiii,” I wheezed through my tribulations of sensorial IOU, in situ ac toto, “The true pirate wears many faces, plays many roles. One day I may be the predator, the next the prey! I stalk and I pounce, I run and I hide. The bounds of my self are all but compLEETly untied! You may see me now, but do you really know me? To know my true form...we must take to the sea…”
Waking up was so cold.
I’ve never been so stiff in my life.
It took me a good 20 minutes to nurse myself back to a working condition.
By this point, Kagami had long left the salle de bains.
Ah. That reminds me. How is Rachel Heartway these days?
I don’t remember her pseudo french speaking friend’s name.
That’s because it’s not important.
None of this is important.
I am a pirate.
*blows out candle*
[muffled fox sounds in the darkness]