"On edge?" Shobogon himself looked calm, calmer than I'd seen him, the plant on his head was at half mast and seemingly perfectly fine with flying through the air in a bag of explosive gas. We were seated near a window because the universe hates me. The flight was going to be the better part of a day I was informed, and so stuck in a bomb for a full day you could say I was on edge.
"I'm not a huge fan of flying."
"Why is that?"
"Its not natural." Shobogon laughed, it was a nervous little chittering thing.
"The world is not natural, take you clothes nothing in the world produces your clothes, they are a weave of several fabrics, some grown, some harvested, all put together by machines and workers who would not exist in the natural world, but you don't say your clothing is unnatural." He had a point, which was weird because I didn't think of Shobogon as a thinking man, I'll admit I judge people rather rudely if you haven't noticed.
"Well on top of it not being natural, the last time I was in one, it exploded." The person behind me gasped and then moved seats, which was stupid, its not like I caused it to explode you jerk!
"That is a more reasonable reason for not wanting to fly, may I ask why it exploded?"
"We were flying over a warzone."
"You lead an entirely more exciting life than I do Mr. Lorentino." I sat back in my seat and shut my eyes.
"Tell me about it." I tried to make it the end of the conversation but Shobogon kept freaking talking. Like about everything, it made the flight atrocious even worse than the flight would have been anyway. And the worst part I was still stuck with Shobogon on a long car ride. Because I make bad choices in life.
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