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[digger]

Why does weird stuff always happen around this time of year? Does anybody even like Halloween...?

[Simon might have had more to say, but right afterwards, he hears an odd "buu-buu" in the background.]

...Huh? What- that was-

...Boota!? Hey, hold on!

[With a surprised gasp, he shuts the journal and hurries off. For the next little while he'll be following a little molepig around the village, looking concerned. And is it any wonder that the molepig is running? After all, Simon is trussed up in this costume, and looks quite unlike himself.]

Comments

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Huh? [Simon glances down at Boota, who buu-buu's quizzically and moves to sit on Simon's shoulder.] I guess he did make it kind of hard on me.

[mischiefbreeder]

He was givin' you a real run for your money, if you ask me. [....aauugh that was terrible why would you even, Gold.]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Thankfully it kind of flies right over Simon's head.] Boota's always been pretty fast. Usually when he jumps up somewhere I can't reach.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold is disappoint. You people don't appreciate the value of a good pun.] Sounds more like a problem for you than a problem with him.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Buuuh. Simon's not sure what to make of that.]

Um, sure... but it's not really something I can fix. At least Boota won't run away from me again, since he knows who I am now.

[mischiefbreeder]

Unless he gets spooked.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

I'm not really worried. Boota doesn't get scared easily.

[mischiefbreeder]

With the way he was runnin'? You coulda fooled me.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

I think he just didn't want to get caught by a stranger. Running away from something bigger than you doesn't mean you're scared.

[mischiefbreeder]

I'd be inclined to disagree with you. If you aren't afraid, face the challenge head-on and never give up!

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you have to wait for the right moment to do that, though. And if it's not the right time, it's better to run.

[mischiefbreeder]

If you run, you might never see that opportunity.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

You fight like my brother, then. [Not necessarily a bad thing, but awfully reckless and dangerous.]

[mischiefbreeder]

Who's your brother?

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know if you know him, but- his name's Kamina.

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[mischiefbreeder]

Kami--

[mischiefbreeder]

--Your brother's Kamina?!

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Mm, yes. [So he does know him.]

[mischiefbreeder]

...Wait, seriously? You aren't just yankin' my chain here?

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Why would I...? [Wat a weird thing to ask, man :|]

[mischiefbreeder]

No offense, but you two are as different as a Skitty and a Wailord.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

...A what and a what?

[mischiefbreeder]

A Skitty and a Wailord! One's a small little kitty cat and the other's a gigantic whale! [They can... also... breed, but... LET'S NOT DISCUSS THAT PART.]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[...Please don't, Simon's brain is already in overdrive mode here.]

Those are pretty different things...!

[mischiefbreeder]

Exactly! So you see what I'm sayin'?