[video] in before eeveelution jokes

[symmetrophile]

[It's late. Or too damn early. Somewhere in that ambiguous area, like 3:00 in the morning, just fine for certain parts of the alien population and a god-awful time for the rest. But here Kid is, addressing the network from the confines of a room in the island-side village.

One can just make out a few figures (Maka Albarn and Rin Okumura) behind him, sound asleep in their bed.]

I have a very important announcement to make, one that simply cannot wait until morning!

[The grim reaper, looking more lively than he has since... well, since the bubble cracked, stoops out of sight of the SFC, and reappears with an Umbreon in his arms. Beaming with the pride perhaps only a father might have for their child, he declares:]

This is Pip, and he's become even more beautiful than ever!

[It is indeed Pip, recently evolved, and he is still fat. He is also a she, but Kid never investigated that closely. Promptly forgetting about the SFC in his eagerness, Kid retreats with Pip in his arms to bend over Maka.]

Maka, Maka! Wake up! I don't want you to miss this!

Comments

[symmetrophile]

Like I'd give you the satisfaction of running away. Besides, you started it.

[They are the most mature.]

I'll say whatever I like about those pretentious shades of yours. It's just pathetic how you think I can't see you behind them. Aren't you a little old for a security blanket?

[Okay, granted, he says security blanket like it's a foreign word, or like a child who has learned a new word.]

[shippingmath]

And you're free to end it any time you want, dumbass.

[Truly, they are going to be responsible and model adults.

Ugh, this is ridiculous. How does he contradict Kid on this without being dared to stop wearing them? Calling him out on hypocrisy is always useful.]

You must suffer horribly, being unable to recognize irony when you see it. They're shades, I don't live for these things. Unlike some people and their uncontrollable need to create the world in their own image.

[symmetrophile]

You're as petulant as you are stupid. If a reaper truly had an uncontrollable urge to make the entire world in their image, there would be no room for individuality. The annihilation of the self on such a grand scale is not true order.

But an immature mind such as yours would surely mistake it for the same thing.

[Kid thought that way once, too, but he was extra crazy.]

[shippingmath]

Individuality doesn't lend itself to order, either. That's a hell of a paradox you've gotten yourself into.

Hell, maybe there is a difference, but do you expect me to trust you with that? When you refuse to do the same for me.

[He will never ignore an opportunity to point out that Kid is being a hypocrite.]

[symmetrophile]

How dare you!

There's always room for my aesthetic ideal, but as if I'd--

[...Shit.]

This subject and the matter of your aspect have nothing to do with each other!

[Kid plz. You're being a hypocrite.]

let's just ignore that mistake

[shippingmath]

[If there is one thing that's really enjoyable about this, after the last few weeks, it's having the upper hand again. Especially since this isn't even a physical battle.]

I'm pretty certain the topic has become your potential for tyranny. Which exists, whether you want to acknowledge it or not, Death the Kid. Unless you'd like to politely request that we stop talking about this.