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[fortunefail]

[Anyone passing by house #8 today will see an old man sitting in a nice wooden rocking chair, situated on the porch. He seems to be enjoying the weather. There may be clouds overhead, but it's still a nice temperature. His cane is leaning against the wall next to him. Anyone familiar with Yuan will recognize him, as it's hard to mistake that bright blue hair. It may have a few grey streaks, but aside from that it's barely changed.

Is he... sleeping? Sure looks like it. Then again, he may just be faking it.]


[[AU info can be found here, but it's not very elaborate or surprising.]]

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[fortunefail]

... Is thinking such a rare occurence for you that you feel the need to inform me of it? [Jeeerk.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[He knows Nephrite and Jadeite, he's more than used to this.]

[He thinks about how to word this.] ... Can I have my old room back?

[fortunefail]

[Well, that was unexpected.] ... Why?

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[... sighs.]

Because I've been living with the Princess since Kunzite left.

[fortunefail]

And here I thought you'd enjoy living with Usagi. She has the same strange tastes as you.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I don't! I'm going to incinerate that couch if I have to stay on it one night longer!

[fortunefail]

Don't be so ungrateful. You're lucky to even have a couch to sleep on at all. When I was young, sleeping on the ground was a common occurance. We didn't even have pillows.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[... let's wait until his rant is done.]

1/2

[fortunefail]

Mind you, we didn't have carpets or anything of the sort either. We had to sleep on cold, hard stone. And we liked it. Sleep was the only break we had from working ourselves to the bone. From five in the morning to ten in the evening! Men were sent out to war, women cleaned and cooked, and children too young to do either were taught discipline before they could even walk.

2/2

[fortunefail]

... Yup, those were the days.

[Okay, he's done. He maaay have been overreacting just a tad, there.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Dot dot dot.]

Yuan?

[fortunefail]

[Damn, is he still here? He was hoping the ramble would scare Zoisite off.]

Hah?

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Can I have my room back?

[fortunefail]

No. I don't need you redecorating my house with your tasteless furniture again. I just got it back the way I like it.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I don't have any furniture and I'll keep any I get to my room.

[fortunefail]

... I'll think about it.

[But only because Martel was sent home and Cooro is scarce half the time. He is a lonely old man, deep down.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[He'll just hang out here a while longer because he really doesn't want to go back. :|]