Jester Is Spooked By A Dog

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Snitter (flies_in_head@livejournal.com)]
Snitter had somehow managed to pull off his collar, and was tussling with it like a puppy. The dog, triumphant in having finally freed himself of that bit of wicked paraphernelia, grabbed it up in his teeth, throwing it, catching it, prancing around, biting and gnawing, the silver, circular tag with nothing but his specimen number jangling obnoxiously. The injury on his head had healed to little more than a thin scar, the stitches having long since dissolved since his arrival.

"Do you think it's possible to live forever? Would you want to? What if you caught the sun? I mean, certainly, it runs from the dark just like the lot of us. But somehow, it always comes back again. Sometimes I can't tell who's after who."

The dog slung the green plastic, chasing after it, stumbling down a hill and landing in a pile of weeds, sending plant spores floating off into the wind. He leapt after them, snapping and barking, then stopped, watching them drift away curiously.

Jester Talks To A Different Clark

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Clark Kent (boy_scout@livejournal.com)]
He's settled at the bar, having snuck in earlier, and sips from a cup of hot cocoa.

"How do you break important news to someone? A piece at a time, slowly, or quick and possibly painful, like taking off a bandaid?"