it's hell being unwell

[persequor]

[ The journal catches an exasperated sigh. ] When will summer end?


[ Clinic Filter ]
[ Later, when Arya slips through the clinic door, she wrinkles her nose at the strong sterile smell. Behind her, Nymeria sneezes and shakes her head. She hesitates before walking further inside. ]

Excuse me.

Comments

dictated

[not_mafia]

Well, it's already September, so it shouldn't be that much longer until Autumn, I think.

dictated

[persequor]

[ She had been complaining to herself. Or perhaps Nymeria. Regardless, she didn't expect an answer. Looking to the side, she spots the open journal beside her head. She twitches it a little closer to her. ]

How long? Days? Weeks? Mo-months?

forever

[not_mafia]

[A small, amused sound.] Days, I think! Maybe a couple weeks at most. Why, Arya-san?

[persequor]

Is there an announcement?

[not_mafia]

Eh? Maybe? I haven't been here long enough for the seasons to change... [Well, until now.]

[persequor]

[ Tsuna, why aren't you helpful. ]

Mm.

[not_mafia]

[>:|]

Do they do that in your world? Announce the changing of seasons?

[persequor]

The Citadel sends white ravens to every corner of the Seven Kingdoms to tell of the change.

[not_mafia]

Oh, wow. It's a really big event then, huh?

dictated

[polar]

Tired of it, or just not a fan?

[persequor]

Our seasons last years. It's how we know of the change.

dictated

[persequor]

I want to see the other seasons. [ She wants snow dammit B( ]

[not_mafia]

Oh, I see! [...] Well, back in my world, I think this would be around the time it'd change to fall, since seasons only last a few months. But, I'm not sure about here...

[persequor]

They're supposed to be short here.

[not_mafia]

Well, if the dates match up, I think it'll end soon.

Do you not like summer?

[persequor]

It's been summer for ten years. [ And there are no summer snows here. ]

[not_mafia]

That's a really long time... how long do seasons usually last for you?

[persequor]

Years.

[ She told you this, keep up, man. ]

[not_mafia]

... do you know how many? [YEARS IS VERY VAGUE]

[persequor]

Three. Five. Ten. One winter lasted a generation. They change, but they're never less than a year.

[not_mafia]

Huh...

[persequor]

[ Her world is the best okay. Ignoring the journal (even if it continues recording), she pats the bed. ]

Up, Nymeria.

[ The bed creaks as Nymeria jumps on it. ]

[not_mafia]

So, how have you been doing-- [Oh, she didn't want him to use the suffix, did she? He'd let it slip earlier, but he remembers now.]-- Arya?

[persequor]

[ I just learned I have a magical link to a wild beast and I'm actually one of the monsters an old storyteller would scare me and my siblings with when we were children. ]

I'm well, thank you for asking. [ The courtesy comes out stiffly. ]

[not_mafia]

[That sounded awkward, even to Tsuna.]

A... are you sure?