*usual, perfectly neat handwriting*

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

Easier to put pen to paper than make the words come out when they don't want to. Broken eyes. Couldn't see. Makes it all mixed up and turned out in directions it didn't want to go. Too much everything and not enough nothing, but it's always on the same, type of paper. Papercuts. Too many papercuts.

Renji, you won't yell, will you?

~R. Tam

Comments

[jei.livejournal.com]

Still need to talk to you sometime, teacup.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

She can talk. Hasn't lost her tongue yet.

[jei.livejournal.com]

But her dance card is always full.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

Not today. Can't dance when she's being glued back together.

[jei.livejournal.com]

Last shift before dinner. Come find me. We might not dance, but we can at least talk.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

See you then.

[norainu]

Don't worry about it, kiddo. I don't have a reason to yell.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

She's sorry. They cut out her eyes, and she couldn't see anything.

[norainu]

No need to be sorry. Is she feelin better now?

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

Functioning at least 89% of normal mental ability. Physical capability has been reduced to 56.7%.

[norainu]

The physical will get better. I'm here if you need me.

[unsigned]

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

Sometimes and a little. Never and always and occasionally.