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[severing]

[Dated to the morning of the 31st. He's... making the most out of the day? o/]

Hey Saya, happy birthday!

[Did that catch your attention? Too bad, since this is really just meant for Saya, but Train can't be bothered to filter this part.]

—It is your birthday, right? Anyway, since I'm pretty sure it is, let's go celebrate! I bet you know where all the good places to eat here are, so I'll leave you in charge of that. I can... go fetch milk? You probably wouldn't tell me what you want even if I asked, anyway.

[A pause]

Oh yeah! Since I don't know whether your observational skills are lacking or you've just been avoiding me, I'm giving you until noon to reply! If you don't say anything by then, I'm gonna assume you're hiding and find you. And in case you don't know...

[He smirks.]

I'm pretty good at finding people who don't want to be found. And don't think running will work either.

[Grin~]

So! You've got until noon!

[The feed appears to end—]

[Filtered to Saya; unhackable]

[—and now his expression becomes serious.]

... At least tell me what's going on. This isn't like the other times, is it? You're really real this time, right?

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[filtered forever~]

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

I dunno, it was kind of iffy those other times you helped me out! But I'm glad to see you're not avoiding me anymore.

[... It's Saya—her face, her voice. Not just watching her from a distance, or listening to her voicemail... he's really speaking to her.

He doesn't get how this is possible, but eh.]

You're welcome—and I bet I can get there before you.

... jeeze Jan, what're you doing up?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... other times, huh? Seems like you know something that I don't.

But you'll be losing that bet! Don't skip out on the milk, buddy.

[The scenery behind her manages to make quite a few changes in the next couple seconds. From hallway to a downward scale of a building, and then now it's just the marketplace flying behind her.

Kinda just jumped out the window at that challenge.]

... I was playing Star Ocean. :D; And then taaaaaags--

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

You don't remember?

[Likewise, Train's racing across the rooftops—oh wait, milk! Jumping down now.]

Wouldn't dream of it.

......... :| Shouldn't you go to bed at some point?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She just laughs, continuing to head straight for the coral. Kind of memorized the layout of Vatheon by now. You're gonna have to hurry it up, Train!]

Be more specific. There's a lot I don't remember- like your personality flip.

Not that I'm complaining or anything, by the way. Obnoxious works on you.

... I will? 8D

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[Grabbing the bottle(s) of milk—"Thanks, miss!"—before going back to the rooftops and running towards where he remembers the coral to be. NOT GOING TO LOSE THIS, DAMN IT.]

Heeey, obnoxious? What's that supposed to mean?

.... :| Gooooooo.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? She's speeding up now that he's got the milk. Not going to lose the first race of their reunion!]

It means I'm blaming you if I get a boat load of birthday greetings. Way to be loud about it!

Laaaaaaaater. :|

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[RUNNING HARDER NOW.]

It's your birthday—people are supposed to be giving you greetings. Didn't know you were such a party pooper, Saya.

Nooooooooooo. :|

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[AS;LDKFJASDFAD NOW SHE'S JUST ANGRY. And more determined.]

Who's a party pooper, Mister Frown-Was-My-Default-Expression?

It's not like I need to get up early tomorrow... today. C:

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[Running like the wind~]

It's been a few years since then, you know! And at least I'm not adverse to receiving birthday greetings.

B| B| B|

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Approaching the coral! This might be a close one-]

Years, huh? Alright, I can buy that- speaking of which, loser is in charge of finding lunch!

[A laugh and she ends the call. She'll be seeing him in person soon enough anyway!]

I went to sleep after that, okay.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[Almost there—and aalskdls what.]

But—hey!

[Putting everything he has into this—]

Yeah, you better have.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[AAAAAAND skidding to a stop in front of the coral already. Where you at, buddy?]

:D;

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[Skidding right after you! HE HAD TO STOP FOR MILK, OKAY.]

I win!

[... In spirit? :D;]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[HA. She sticks her tongue out at him.]

No way. Accept your defeat gracefully, Train.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[He tosses a bottle of milk at her.]

It's okay. I understand if you don't want to admit your loss.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Catches~]

I do believe you just stole my line.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Ha... add it to the list. I think I stole a lot of things from you.

... I still won, though.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Wrong, I won.

But tell me about that list.

[She grins and starts chugging that milk. Carry on Train, please be distracted by the subject change.]

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Well, not sure if I'd really call it stealing, but...

[Fine, he'll let you get away this time.

He takes a swig of his own milk before pulling out a license that should look rather familiar to Saya.]

Recognize this?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[CHUGGING CHUGGING CHUGGING- Done!

Taking a breath of fresh air before giving that license a once-over.

... huh.]

And how long have you had that on your person?

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[Attempting to count the months on his fingers—]

It's been eight months since Creed... about six months since that fight...

[GAH TOO MUCH MATH INVOLVED. He grins, scratching the back of his neck.]

... A long time!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... Wow, he's relaxed a lot. But as he mentions Creed, she remembers her little Christmas gift.]

Creed...

So you took him out, huh?

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I beat him.

[A pause]

... You really don't remember?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

What I don't remember is another list entirely, you know that.

[A bit of a laugh.]

So I figure that makes it your job to fill me in.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[A smile]

You know what I meant.

[Then he looks up.]

But geez... that's a lot to fill you in on. Do you want me to start from the beginning or just when you started to show up?