[Text] the medium is the message; a riddle

[maddest]

If I were to type you a poem, what would you think of me?

Look closer. Not all is as it first seems.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I've been talking to him again.

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[al_truism]

Is it going well?

[Bending to check some plants growing in a patch of sunlight.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

By our standards.

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[al_truism]

[Al picks several sprigs of the plant, crushes the edge of one of the leaves and tastes it. With a hum he holds a leaf out to Break. It tastes sweet.]

Stevia.

[He smiles and then nods.]

No fighting? He's been a little quiet lately.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Let's cut some.

[Sounding pleased.]

He's- we talked about what happened.

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[al_truism]

[Al nods happily, and hands him some more sprigs of it, leaving enough for the plant to grow back.]

When you two separated?

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

When he fed me to his pet beast.

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[al_truism]

Kurotsuchi.

[Clarifying, making sure. Even the name carries a stiffness and anger.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Mm.

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[al_truism]

Have you forgiven him?

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Yuca, or the doctor?

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[al_truism]

Yuca.

[Al's not sure if even his capacity for forgiveness could include Kurotsuchi at this point.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

No. Maybe.

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[al_truism]

Could you, do you think?

[Al leans over again once he spots mint.]

Oh, daisies...