In loving memory of matt9five's youtube account

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[Good evening, Dressing Room. You now have a shirtless, scarfless Kaito staring at you for lack of better things to do. He also appears to have a strip of duct tape over his mouth with a frown drawn onto it...and at times seems not to have pupils of any sort in his eyes. Sure hope that's not unsettling any of you.]

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[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[All you get is a lazy wave in reply.]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

[...Gonna sort of...see if he can examine you from as many angles as possible without actually getting any closer.]

You're a Kaito, yeah? Look about the same; build, face, hair...though most tend to prefer long coats rather than baring themselves to the elements as you're doing. Suppose it must be much more comfortable now that the weather's getting hotter, so, points for you on common sense there.

...Unless you just like to romp about in your skin, which, ah...you know what? Points for you there regardless. Doing your own thing, you know. That's good. Individuality and all that. Can't imagine we'll have much trouble telling you apart from everyone else.

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[Well, points are good to have he supposes.

Have a thumbs up.]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

Not much of a talker, I gather. It's probably a mite difficult with that tape over your mouth. Why would you do that in the first place? I can't imagine it being very difficult to stay quiet on your own, unless someone else put it on you. In which case it would be very easy to just take it off yourself, wouldn't it? Or, or are you obligated to keep it on because of some...rule, or deal you've made? Can't imagine what sort of deal that would be, but there are all kinds in the world, I suppose.

How do you manage to communicate, though? Language is a very important part of society after all. Only so much you can do with charades like that.

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[Damn, how does someone so small have so many words in him?

Kaito's ripping the tape off now, and honestly that sounded like it hurt. Not that he showed any indications that it did.]

I can take it off when I want to talk. [Congratulations, Piko, you got him to actually speak.]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

Oh! Yes, see, that's what I meant. Good. It would be an awful shame if you were mute or something. Can't even imagine what that sort of existence would be like. The thought's a little frightening to be honest.

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I can see that being your worst fear. [As he speaks Kaito's sticking his mouth-tape to his forehead for no apparent reason.]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

It really is frightening! Having no voice at all? Absolute silence, can you even imagine that? No, you can't. Or, at least I can't. Nothing at all is a difficult to imagine. Don't think I even want to imagine it.

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

Maybe you just didn't try to imagine hard enough.

[Silence is starting to sound appealing, actually.]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

...H'm.

[Is silent for...a few moments.]

...No. Don't think I can. Spent a ludicrous amount of time with no company but myself and the occasional bird but there was still some sort of noise somewhere, like a computer hum or water dripping, or the slow, delicate sound of foliage growing...not so much on the last one, really. But there was humming and dripping. And birds. Not entirely sure how the bird got there..flying, yes, of course, but I mean that particular area. It wasn't exactly open, at least not to my knowledge. Then again there seemed to be a lot of things I didn't know about there.

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[How are you talking so much about occasional noises?

If he stops replying, will you talk less?]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

[Nope. He's just gonna keep on going about birds, possible rat infestations, and some tangent about rust, or a lack thereof.

Words. You are being assaulted with them.]

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[Kaito pulls out a roll of duct tape and a blue sharpie, and writes 'Do not open until Christmas' on the end of the tape. He then pulls off the strip he wrote upon and then proceeds to invade Piko's personal space(probably with some questions from the chatty core as he did so), so that he can put the strip over the little 'bot's mouth.

Then he proceeds to start walking off in a random direction.]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

...don't even have anyone to cross-check with--wait, what are you doing no--MMMPH!

[Oh you can bet he's going to run after Kaito when he starts walking off. And will offer very angry muffled ramblings as he does so.]

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[Well, the muffled part is an improvement, at least.

Kaito waits for Piko to have almost reached him whilst still running, then stops suddenly. Can you stop in time, Piko? Or will you run into him?]

[iwoulddie.livejournal.com]

[Nope, gonna run right into you and promptly fall on his rear with a muffled yelp.]

[kaitopathy.livejournal.com]

[He just laughs for a few moments, then his laughter cuts off abruptly and he starts walking again. You're pretty funny little white dude.]