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azurelunatic) wrote2003-06-14 11:11 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-06-14 11:11 pm
67 minutes...
...of Darkside reading, velvet-voiced, some message boards on "You know you're way overdoing that whole 'monster' thing when..."
I giggled. I asked questions. He patiently explained why each joke was funny, and I giggled appreciatively.
He'd evidently tried to e-mail me the song, but the inbox wasn't big enough. (He actually sent me e-mail!!) Queried which mail box he'd tried sending it to. It had been the correct one... odd. Told him that he could, you know, send me e-mail for other reasons, like, "Hello, I'm alive..." "But what if I'm not? What if I'm... a lich?" I told him that as a cleric, I would probably notice. He contested this idea, and we verbally fenced with amusement.
Told him about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
battle_of_wit; told him he might appreciate it. I think I'll e-mail him linking to it. My silly.
I let him know that I'd still like to play that game he was plotting, perhaps at my graduation, as Dawn would be back in town then. He asked when that would be. Sadly, it won't be for a while...
My odds of going to see a movie with him sometime soon are truly sad.
Fiercely reminded him that part of my being his friend meant that when things are making him less than happy, then I am concerned about it. He's learned so much about being a good friend the same way that I learned about being intelligent and staying out of trouble in high school (from glaring counterexamples) that he doesn't know what to do when someone actually is a good friend to him. He'll wrap his mind around it one of these days. There's very little rush, and every reason to not push the issue.
I warned him when it was ten. I warned him when it was ten-fifteen. When he finally said, "I'll have to let you go," I made a clumsy joke about having to get a crowbar to pry him off of me. "Off the phone, you mean," he said, and failed to deny the necessity.
I giggled. I asked questions. He patiently explained why each joke was funny, and I giggled appreciatively.
He'd evidently tried to e-mail me the song, but the inbox wasn't big enough. (He actually sent me e-mail!!) Queried which mail box he'd tried sending it to. It had been the correct one... odd. Told him that he could, you know, send me e-mail for other reasons, like, "Hello, I'm alive..." "But what if I'm not? What if I'm... a lich?" I told him that as a cleric, I would probably notice. He contested this idea, and we verbally fenced with amusement.
Told him about
battle_of_wit; told him he might appreciate it. I think I'll e-mail him linking to it. My silly. I let him know that I'd still like to play that game he was plotting, perhaps at my graduation, as Dawn would be back in town then. He asked when that would be. Sadly, it won't be for a while...
My odds of going to see a movie with him sometime soon are truly sad.
Fiercely reminded him that part of my being his friend meant that when things are making him less than happy, then I am concerned about it. He's learned so much about being a good friend the same way that I learned about being intelligent and staying out of trouble in high school (from glaring counterexamples) that he doesn't know what to do when someone actually is a good friend to him. He'll wrap his mind around it one of these days. There's very little rush, and every reason to not push the issue.
I warned him when it was ten. I warned him when it was ten-fifteen. When he finally said, "I'll have to let you go," I made a clumsy joke about having to get a crowbar to pry him off of me. "Off the phone, you mean," he said, and failed to deny the necessity.
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