6th Broken Illusion [Backdated to Christmas Morning]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Phone : Drone Filter ]
After all the tricks, does this place really expect me to open a box sitting innocently under the Christmas tree I didn't even help set up, just because it has my name on it?

[ There is a pause as he considers it. ] Right. I didn't think so.


((OOC: Action open to housemates and/or any guests for that morning, or anyone who would reasonably stop by 840 Hastings.))

Comments

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Like I said, I doubt the town's going to single you out, so if everyone else has managed to open their presents without anything terrible happening, you're probably just being paranoid.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

I'd rather be safe than sorry.

What'd you get, anyhow?

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Some proper surgical equipment, finally. I can stop making do with the things I stole from the hospital.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Oh that's right. For science stuff. [ She never went into detail, but that's about all she got. ] Are you sure it's not to stitch up that hole in your head? I still think that's kinda creepy.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

I could have done that a long time ago if I wanted to. There's no benefit in making myself normal though.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Don't you think it'd be better if you didn't try to stick out so much?

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

No. Blending in is the first step to a normal, easy life.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ If only staring transferred across phone lines. ] ...you think there's ever going to be a normal, easy life in a place like Mayfield?

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[If leers could transfer...]

That's what they advertise, isn't it?


Anyway, I said "a step", not a surefire path.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Right, right. [ Sigh. ] Seems like an awful lot of trouble to go through to keep guys from staring at your chest.

[ ...wait.

What? ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[...]

...especially since it doesn't seem to work.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Facepalm. Way to go, Touma. ] You can't go blaming a guy for something as natural of an instinct as that.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Sure I can. Do you know what happened to the last guys I blamed?

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Does that have anything to do with your surgical equipment?

[ A beat. ]

You know what? Forget I asked.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[There's an uncomfortable silence and then...



She laughs.

THIS IS NOT COMFORTING EITHER]

No, it wasn't anything like that. I didn't do anything other than call them a pervert, pervert.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Slowly creeping away from the receiver, now, until she speaks again. ] I'm not a pervert! Tch. It's not like I was having weird thoughts or anything like that.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Ogling a girl's breasts is perverted enough.

[Not that she... doesn't flaunt them. Or outright tell people she doesn't wear a bra. Medaka Box, why so messed up?]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

So I noticed? Not like I was staring.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

It's okay. Plenty of perverts go on to be successful despite their condition.

[...like her brother. And her sisters. And probably herself.]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Don't talk about it like it's some kind of disorder!

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

You're right. If it was a disorder, I could probably cure it.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

There's nothi—

[ Sigh. ]

How about we forget about this whole thing? There's more important things to worry about. [ A rusting of sound. ] Like figuring out what's in this damn box.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

If you insist, pervert. [PRETTY MUCH JUST MESSING WITH HIM]

Well, there's a really easy way to find that out...

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Tch.

Yeah, I know. [ He could just... open it. But what if he regains more of his misfortune, or his re-attached right arm? That would be kind of weird. ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Well, we could always leave it closed. A kind of "Schrodinger's Present", if you will. You are both avoiding the worst possible gift and forgoing the best possible gift at the same time.