"I wish I was, but I can’t take credit for that. I’d like to meet the person who did, though. My kinda reader." Laka laughed. "Hey, you’re talking to a girl who owned an NES, don’t even start with that shit. Challenge accepted.”
"Fucking hell, I missed you." She murmured. "You’re home. I want to go to 1901, hear everything about your trip, get you tipsy on Gosset, and then take you home and fuck you senseless.”
"Definitely your kinda reader," he laughed along. "Oh, shit. Let’s make a pact! What happens in gaming land stays in gaming land. And that means… you won’t retaliate when I kick your cute ass."
He smiled at the way she murmured the confession. “And I missed you. That sounds like a great plan, actually. Lead the way! I don’t even mind getting drunk tonight.”
It’s a good thing I turned this bagel into a sandwhich. Otherwise I have a tendency to hold the two halves up to my eyes like they are goggles. Me and my inner child get along way too well sometimes.
"Good to see you’ve kept your inner child around, to be honest. People tend to shoo theirs away as best they can and it makes me wonder… hey, what’s so bad about being a little childish? … Does that make me childish? Nice to see you, Evie. Here between us, I think bagel glasses would make you look totally cool."
I tried Wii Sport before. I don’t think I had to do that much movement while playing a video game ever before in my life. Haha. Seriously?
I tried my hand at writing before. It didn’t go too well, but hey, I tried. I loved, and still love, doing it, but I knew it wasn’t something that was going to get me anywhere. I’d love to read it. Prostitutes, you say? That’s something you don’t read about every day. I’m definitely looking forward to it. Insanity is part of the career, isn’t it? Crazy fans. Crazy stories. Crazy minds. I’m almost envious.
"When it comes to video games, it’s just a matter of time until someone does the thing no one has ever done before. Seriously. You probably have no idea how inappropriate flesh games can get… Some people’s imagination definitely, definitely comes from a dark, scary place I wouldn’t want to visit."
"Really? What do you write? Fiction? Non-fiction? Bothering about getting somewhere is a grey area among writers. You still might write something good on your leisure time. I say, never give up on a dream.
Yeah, prostitutes. Don’t ask me about the research, it was a very dark, awkward moment in my life. I might have almost died a few times out of embarrassment…”
He laughed. “When you put it that way, I guess I was setting myself up for this. Oh, no, you are too kind. I’m definitely going to get you a copy… but now I’m so nervous.” He let out an uncertain smile. “If you don’t like it, I’ll make a fool out of myself.”
"No, fuck, that came out wrong - I mean, we could go grab a late dinner at Tamarai or 1901, talk about your trip, have some drinks, then pack it in around dawn while I whisper sweet nothings about Sugar and Valentina’s epic queer love into your ear."
"If I didn’t know you, I’d suspect you were the one who tweeted me Sugarina pornography. It’s good to see that face, wow, really good, I missed you. I geeked out for weeks, I think I’ve had enough time alone for the rest of the year. Well, except, you know, gaming hours, unless you decide to join in, but I’m gonna tell you right now— I play to win."
He moved closer to her to pull her into a hug, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her mouth. “You pick the dinner place. Since you’ll be listening to me talk about my trip, it better be somewhere you like.”
You could always do something to balance out the caffeine in take. Run a marathon, do five hundred jumping jacks…you know, whatevers convenient.
So you write books? What kind? Can I read your latest work? The characters names have me interested. Your fans sound…sweet. You should be flattered at the fact that so many people appreciate your work. Not many people in life get to see their creations take off.
"Does Wii Sports work? Because I’d be willing to give that a try."
"Well," he let out a nervous laugh, "yes. Comic books. Graphic novels is the fancy name, special thanks to mr. Gaiman. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s my passion. Storytelling and illustration combined, how could I ever resist?" He smiled. "I can get you my latest work, if that hasn’t put you off by now. It’s a crime story about prostitutes. There are some explicit scenes in the book, but something tells me you wouldn’t mind that…"
Felix nodded at her. “They were very sweet and very excited about the new book. I’ve autographed some of those books, it was pretty surreal. I still feel like it’s too good to be true… I am super flattered. It’s, like, insane.” He laughed again, almost embarrassed. “Undescribable.”
"Saw my friend Callum today… He had some rather… Interesting things to say…"
"Like what? Tell me he didn’t confess because that happened to me once and it was awkward as hell… well, mostly because the friend was high and buttnaked. Very, very awkward."
"Well, technically, I wasn’t supposed to be drinking coffee, or so my doctor says, but I don’t know, doesn’t coffee feel like a hug sometimes? And I guess I needed a hug after all that crazy stuff that happened in the past couple of weeks, by which I mean…meeting a lot of strangers."
"You’re probably sitting there and judging me, but to be honest, I’ve never been the big crowd kind of guy. Too many people and too little space, I know for a fact that I’m not alone in this feeling. I’ve done my research. They have pills for that.
But the point is… the book is out now. And it turns out that some people wanted to meet me. Crazy, right? A little bit weird, too…
…no, it was totally weird. They kept pronouncing my name wrong and asking me about ships. Apparently, all they wanted to know about was if Sugar and Valentina ‘did it’ during that first murder night.” He laughed awkwardly. “I asked if they had a couple name and, ironically, it’s Sugarina. Which kind of brings me back to the coffee subject… Seems like I won’t be catching any sleep tonight. What to do?”