Inspired by the Moody Blue's song 'Nights in White Satin'. Voices insist that it's actually 'Knights in White Satin'.
"Knights in white satin, Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, Never meaning to send."
***
"Hey Mom?" Kaito scuffled his feet a bit as he put the last of the dried dishes in the cupboard. "How long will a cassette tape last?"
She looked up, her hands still in the sink full of sudsy water. "Cassette Tape?"
"Yeah. Like the kind you record music on."
"Well, it depends." She handed him the last dish to dry. "On the quality of the tape, how many times it's been played, where it's stored and a number of other factors. Playing a tape wears it out, you know. Most don't last more than a few years."
"A few years..." He echoed thoughtfully, drying the dish then putting it away with it's companions. "Thanks Mom."
"You're welcome." She smiled at him. "Any particular reason you were asking?"
He smiled at her, waving it off. "Nah, it's nothing. Thanks."
She smiled back as he walked out of the room. "Anytime."
As soon as she heard him go up the stairs to his room, she sighed and pulled the plug on the sink, sending the soapy water swirling down the drain. "Guess I shouldn't have played it every night before I went to bed the first year after Toichi died... still, it was good to hear his voice..."
-fin-
For those who haven't read the first Manga chapter, when Kaito stumbles upon his father's Kid Lair, there's a boombox with a tape in it, blaring Toichi's voice. It's a message for Kaito, but it promptly malfuctions from having sat around for so long. ^^;;
Will post Comedy on Monday... Is the 13th. *evil cackle*
"Knights in white satin, Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, Never meaning to send."
***
"Hey Mom?" Kaito scuffled his feet a bit as he put the last of the dried dishes in the cupboard. "How long will a cassette tape last?"
She looked up, her hands still in the sink full of sudsy water. "Cassette Tape?"
"Yeah. Like the kind you record music on."
"Well, it depends." She handed him the last dish to dry. "On the quality of the tape, how many times it's been played, where it's stored and a number of other factors. Playing a tape wears it out, you know. Most don't last more than a few years."
"A few years..." He echoed thoughtfully, drying the dish then putting it away with it's companions. "Thanks Mom."
"You're welcome." She smiled at him. "Any particular reason you were asking?"
He smiled at her, waving it off. "Nah, it's nothing. Thanks."
She smiled back as he walked out of the room. "Anytime."
As soon as she heard him go up the stairs to his room, she sighed and pulled the plug on the sink, sending the soapy water swirling down the drain. "Guess I shouldn't have played it every night before I went to bed the first year after Toichi died... still, it was good to hear his voice..."
-fin-
For those who haven't read the first Manga chapter, when Kaito stumbles upon his father's Kid Lair, there's a boombox with a tape in it, blaring Toichi's voice. It's a message for Kaito, but it promptly malfuctions from having sat around for so long. ^^;;
Will post Comedy on Monday... Is the 13th. *evil cackle*