Ventriloquism
Sep. 14th, 2007 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onlensreflex[Ash stares at a blank entry field for so long that Pukamon threatens to turn the "voice thingy" on and post for him, again.]
Anyone heading off... As my sister would say, break a leg.
God, it's weird missing her school production this year.
[Unsure of what else to say to the other Chosen - he doesn't know them! - Ash leaves off there.]
Actually, speaking of theatre... Megumi-neesan caught me talking to Pukamon today.
...apparently I'm now an aspiring ventriloquist.
Pukamon stayed uncharacteristically silent as Ash scrolled absently through that Livejournal website, sometimes reading over his shoulder, sometimes darting to a newspaper Ash had borrowed from the Terayamas supposedly to practice his reading. It was only with mild interest Ash noted this silence, but the change was almost a welcome one.
Idle curiosity satisfied for the night, Ash closed the web browser and waited for Photoshop to load.
“Are we going, Ash?”
Ash didn’t bother looking up. “No.”
He still felt Pukamon’s gaze on him, more intent than usual. “Why not?”
“Why not?” Ash repeated incredulously. “More like, why?”
The baby darted in front of his laptop, forcing his attention away from the photos onscreen. “Because it’s our duty as Chosen and Digimon.”
Ash had always been a little unnerved by Pukamon’s defiance of gravity, not to mention his constant vague references to ‘Chosen’. “We don’t know these people. Who are we to jump in? And besides, I came here—” abruptly Ash wondered whether Pukamon would notice the pronoun change, “—to live in Japan for a year, not go jetting off to Mexico or France or something because some random stranger on the Internet says they’re in trouble.”
Blue eyes stared plaintively at him.
“Look, we’re not getting involved. We’re staying out of it.” How many ways did he have to put this for the message to get through? “It’s too dangerous. I’d rather come back to St Kilda in one piece a year from now, not in a body bag in two weeks.”
Pukamon sighed. “You always say it’s too dangerous.”
“Because it is!” Ash snapped.
“Otouto, who are you talking to?”
Pukamon hastily flopped onto the laptop keyboard as Ash’s host sister, Megumi, opened their bedroom door fully and stepped inside. Ash stammered, placing a hand on the baby as a warning to stay quiet. “I...er...ah...”
Meg glanced at the ‘stuffed animal’ and jumped to what seemed a reasonable conclusion. “Oh, Ash! Do you do...how do you say...ventrirouquism?”
“Ventriloquism,” Ash corrected her without thinking. “Um...”
Relieved, Pukamon flitted upright, careful to keep Ash’s hand visible. “Yes! Some day I hope to have my own stand-up show.”
The Japanese girl giggled. “Well, you’re going to have to come up with some funnier material, unless you plan on being the world’s first drama ventriloquist!”
Ash blinked. “Thanks, Meg-neesan.”
“You’re welcome!” Meg beamed. “I’m going to Don Quijote, do you want anything?”
“Uh, no thanks.”
“Okay!” Sweeping up Pukamon’s newspapers, the girl whirled out of their room again. “Bye!”
For a good moment, Ash could only stare after her. “...damn her for speaking English.”
(OOC: This is as much an attempt to get used to past tense again [I primarily write in present] as it is a fun little homelife moment. :) And as much as Ash says they're not getting involved, I'm quite happy for the two of them to get dragged into affairs... ;))
Anyone heading off... As my sister would say, break a leg.
God, it's weird missing her school production this year.
[Unsure of what else to say to the other Chosen - he doesn't know them! - Ash leaves off there.]
Actually, speaking of theatre... Megumi-neesan caught me talking to Pukamon today.
...apparently I'm now an aspiring ventriloquist.
Pukamon stayed uncharacteristically silent as Ash scrolled absently through that Livejournal website, sometimes reading over his shoulder, sometimes darting to a newspaper Ash had borrowed from the Terayamas supposedly to practice his reading. It was only with mild interest Ash noted this silence, but the change was almost a welcome one.
Idle curiosity satisfied for the night, Ash closed the web browser and waited for Photoshop to load.
“Are we going, Ash?”
Ash didn’t bother looking up. “No.”
He still felt Pukamon’s gaze on him, more intent than usual. “Why not?”
“Why not?” Ash repeated incredulously. “More like, why?”
The baby darted in front of his laptop, forcing his attention away from the photos onscreen. “Because it’s our duty as Chosen and Digimon.”
Ash had always been a little unnerved by Pukamon’s defiance of gravity, not to mention his constant vague references to ‘Chosen’. “We don’t know these people. Who are we to jump in? And besides, I came here—” abruptly Ash wondered whether Pukamon would notice the pronoun change, “—to live in Japan for a year, not go jetting off to Mexico or France or something because some random stranger on the Internet says they’re in trouble.”
Blue eyes stared plaintively at him.
“Look, we’re not getting involved. We’re staying out of it.” How many ways did he have to put this for the message to get through? “It’s too dangerous. I’d rather come back to St Kilda in one piece a year from now, not in a body bag in two weeks.”
Pukamon sighed. “You always say it’s too dangerous.”
“Because it is!” Ash snapped.
“Otouto, who are you talking to?”
Pukamon hastily flopped onto the laptop keyboard as Ash’s host sister, Megumi, opened their bedroom door fully and stepped inside. Ash stammered, placing a hand on the baby as a warning to stay quiet. “I...er...ah...”
Meg glanced at the ‘stuffed animal’ and jumped to what seemed a reasonable conclusion. “Oh, Ash! Do you do...how do you say...ventrirouquism?”
“Ventriloquism,” Ash corrected her without thinking. “Um...”
Relieved, Pukamon flitted upright, careful to keep Ash’s hand visible. “Yes! Some day I hope to have my own stand-up show.”
The Japanese girl giggled. “Well, you’re going to have to come up with some funnier material, unless you plan on being the world’s first drama ventriloquist!”
Ash blinked. “Thanks, Meg-neesan.”
“You’re welcome!” Meg beamed. “I’m going to Don Quijote, do you want anything?”
“Uh, no thanks.”
“Okay!” Sweeping up Pukamon’s newspapers, the girl whirled out of their room again. “Bye!”
For a good moment, Ash could only stare after her. “...damn her for speaking English.”
(OOC: This is as much an attempt to get used to past tense again [I primarily write in present] as it is a fun little homelife moment. :) And as much as Ash says they're not getting involved, I'm quite happy for the two of them to get dragged into affairs... ;))
