♫ Eighth Song ♫ [Video]

[seaphonic]

_{[When the feed comes on all that's visible is an overcast sky and the sound of waves crashing. It shifts, shaky before the NV is set firmly onto a rock. Syrena seems to be splayed out on a rather large rock herself, golden tail shimmering and ever so visible, the fin dipped into the water. Her rather nude chest is also apparent, but she seems comfortable more than anything, long damp hair blowing lightly in the breeze, pooling over her shoulders.]}

Today I found something interesting.

_{[And she seems to reach off camera for a moment, before thrusting a metal fork right at her NV.]}

This. This is what I found.

_{[She pulls it back toward herself and takes a few strands of hair in hand before...combing them with the fork.]}

Is it not an amazing treasure? Knots in hair are bothersome but this rids the hair of them. It is much more effective than using fingers.

What is it called, this treasure of mine? I have no name for it. I wish to know.

Comments

[1800deadguy]

Yes. It's a tool that people use to eat food. You use it to stab the food in case it's messy.

[seaphonic]

But that is what fingers are for.

[1800deadguy]

I honestly don't really get it, either. It seems like a waste of time to have to pick up the food. It just goes into your mouth in the end.

[seaphonic]

...How do you eat?

[1800deadguy]

Well... I'm a ghost. I don't eat.

But from what I remember of being alive, using things like forks seems odd.

[seaphonic]

A ghost...

Have you met Lee? He is a ghost too. He seems always so sad.