… [/heavy sigh] Nothing, I suppose.
… [/heavy sigh] Nothing, I suppose.
((gotta go for a bit!))
Yes ma’am, I got hurt. But it’s okay because my Laoshee got angry and then he went off like he did when we stole four tens of cake. [he nods, still smiling a little bit, before scuffling his feet and peering up at the other]
And yes! Mister Kiku says that they make rice on the moon, but my Laoshee says that Yao told him they were making medicine. An’ it’s like, super important for me to find out, Miss. Because Laoshee said that Yao and Kiku argue over who’s right all the time an’ they really shouldn’t because they’re family. Family is important, you know? [he smiles]
I…ah, I’m not bothering you, am I, miss?
… [/she’s really not sure what to make of any of that - she supposes “Laoshee” is some term for a family member, though she’s not sure what exactly it might mean. And she really doesn’t want to know what would have possessed anyone to steal that much cake] Well, I’m glad it’s … fine. Be careful, won’t you?
Hm, I see. It will be good to put an end to that argument. You’re right… family isimportant, regardless of how… aggravating one’s family members might be… [/her voice trails off and her expression becomes a little distant. Family, hm… Oh, but that’s something difficult to just think of. She blinks, then shakes her head]
Oh! No, not at all. [/she smiles faintly] I’m not especially busy today, and believe me, you’re much easier to speak with than some people who are supposedly grown men… [/cough, her neighbors, cough]
Ah it’s not something bad, just too much work, the Euro 2012, it’s killing me, too much stress going on, with me making sure the Stadium is looking good and the tourism and the money and just….[sighs] A lot of things, I’m glad you do, I’m pretty sure my brothers and myself make a good impression.
You’re welcome [smiles at her again]
You’ll do just fine. I’m looking forward to watching it… though it is a shame that my team didn’t do as well in the qualifiers as I was hoping. [/but at least the Montenegrins didn’t come dead last. She’s grateful for that much, at least]
Once again, thank you [smiles] I’m pretty sure I’ll need it.
Well at least nothing extreme is going on, thankfully. But still, I hope the situation gets better for you. It was a surprise to see you, I’m glad you’re doing well.
I’m not so sure about that. [/she smiles wryly] Both you and Poljska are very resilient, are you not? You’ve endured quite a bit in the past. I have complete faith that you can do it again no matter how hard things get.
Ah.. thank you.
Yes ma’am, my name is Peter. It’s strong because it means “rock”! I found that out yesterday because I was pretending to be a rock. Because I got hurt, and it wasn’t fun at all. [he pauses, lolling over his choices, before looking back up at her]
If I became the moon, the first thing I would do would be to ask what the bunnies do on the moon—whenever they make medicine or are pounding rice. I hear that it’s a matter or world importance and I need to know.
[and he giggles at that because he can’t help himself]
…you got hurt? [/she frowns softly. It’s not uncommon for people like them to get hurt as children, but that doesn’t make hearing about a child being hurt any easier. She certainly hopes he was hurt in an accident and not because someone intentionally hurt him…]
Medicine or rice…? [/for a moment Annica looks confused, but she’ll dismiss it as either a childish thing or a cultural thing. The reasoning doesn’t really matter much to her. She smiles when Peter giggles, though, and reaches over to pat his head] Well, when you find out, I think I’d like to know. You’ll tell me, won’t you?
Thank you for that really, I hope so too, next month is a very busy month for us.
Hmmm, worse? Well I don’t know very well about the situation in your country, but I certainly do hope it gets better, and complaining it’s ok, everyone complains so don’t worry about that.
Yes, I’d imagine it would be. I wish you the best of luck.
There’s nothing incredibly horrid going on at my place - thank goodness. Rather, it’s a collection of little things. Ah, well. Dwelling on them will do no good.
I’m Peter. Fort Roughs. You can call me Peter, though, because I hate the name Roughs and I’m going to become the moon.
[he’s still stuck on that, even after all the things he’s gone through. He offers her a small smile]
I’m six years old and I live in Italy right now, though I was born on Essex’s shores.
Peter… that’s a fine name. Strong and sturdy. [/she quirks a brow at that, though, and has to hide a small smile] The moon, hm? You have lofty aspirations. That’s a good thing.
What’s the first thing you’ll do once you become the moon?
[/she’s a little amused, but she finds it cute how he thinks that’s possible]
I’m doing well thank you, stressed of course, how about you? I hope you’ve been well?
Ah… well, who isn’t stressed these days? I do hope you’re able to manage it well.
I’ve been as well as can be expected. Things could be better and things could be worse. I suppose I don’t really feel right complaining, though.