I knew what you meant; it just sounded code for something else entirely you might try to 'take'. ...you leave these women unviolated in their beds, correct? Consent is sexy, Gaius. [I DON'T THINK THAT AT ALL LMAO]
Yeah, I still don't get the difference between the two.
like id sneak into a ladys house 2 scratch n itch like that im charmin enough 2 get it w/o sneakin round [YOU GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR WHORE REMARKS.]
easy 1 is 4 getting 2 places the other is 4 getting 2 places w/style
...You can take a barbaric thing and make it sound so much worse with two simple words. It's downright skillful. And you're not charming, you're a liar. There's a difference.
I've seen flying boats. Two wheels on the ground isn't that impressive anymore. Are you just standing in the middle of her hallway texting me? Lol.
No, there's natural charm and there's lying charm. You're acquainted with the latter, but natural charm comes from someone who possesses inherently attractive qualities. Someone who listens, makes eye contact, smiles, responds positively and with humor. You know exactly one person like this.
Ah, you're giving up? I'm ashamed to be in your company. No. I'm all out of new books to read for now, and I haven't replinished my supply because of the weather. [THE RARE SOBERSUGI APPEARS]
Is that right? I figured you'd just try to arc the stream towards your face. It'd be like a renewable resource.
Fine. Turkey, spinach, tomato, extra pickle, mayo, mustard. Wheat. Or if they have like... seedy or oaty bread. The good stuff. If you get me rye, I'll punch your esophagus. There's some Yakult chilled but if you don't want that or water/tea/coffee, grab a drink.
...Drinking your own piss would just dehydrate you more, Gaius. I thought you were a survivalist.
It's fucking rye. No one likes rye, not even women. And yeah Tiki bought some last time she went shopping. [aka it's been in the cupboard for 3 months]
[And as promised, within a half hour, there's the telltale sounds of the thief pushing the door to the dojo open, his huge sachel thrown over one shoulder, a plastic bag with sandwiches in the other.]
[...almost offers a snappy reminder about how Gaius is older than him, but instead just leans over and plugs his phone into the energy cube Tony gave him two Christmases ago]
[the smell of coffee will greet Gaius before Takasugi does, the man following its trail out of Tiki's room shortly after, paper door sliding shut behind him]
You're using your interjections wrong again. "Ojama shimasu" is more correct in this setting. [the whole hall is chilled and dimly lit, appropriate for a winter evening, and Takasugi himself is wearing a juban under his kimono as well as a haori when he emerges from the gloom]
[...offers him a scrutinizing look] I suppose you can use "tadaima". You're here often enough.
[It's a pleasant smell, coffee. Back home, coffee was something that only nobles drank, funnily enough.
He gives the samurai a bit of a wry smirk as he's scolded for his bad manners--likely not the first time it's happened, and he gives his shoulders a little shrug.]
You guys have long words for everything you do. Cut me a little slack, I'll get'm eventually. [He moves to pull his cloak a bit tighter around his shoulders, holding the bag containing their sandwiches forward for the other.]
'Tadaima', eh. Sounds a lot easier than 'Ojama shimasu'. [Meaning, he'll probably use that one over the other one, despite the fact that he doesn't know the difference between the two sets of words.]
'Slack'? Why would I do that. [he's a critical man, after all, not only with others but himself]
[and quiet, too, finding little ways of saying things without ever really admitting to them, using the blind spots in Gaius's conversational knowledge of Japanese to make confessions he doesn't fully comprehend. it's not a boat on the water, isolated but rocky shelter, and it's not a weekly cleaning spree of free board or shared pets]
[but when you're here, you're welcome, and please come again]
Aa. She's been up a lot lately; I think it's the winter. [is it a manakete thing? does she just know how much he hates the season and it's not only because of the cold? he can't tell and isn't bold enough to ask]
Here, come on. [grabs the pot from the kitchen and guides him back to the room he's seen many times, chaotic with books and knives and every other weapon in between]
Because I just bought you a sandwich. [Like that'd actually make Takasugi nicer. Not that it really bothered him that he wasn't, rather, the reason why he enjoyed the others' company more than he'd admit--
Well.
He gives the other a half-smirk, shrugging his shoulders. Perhaps this wasn't home, or the place he lay his things to rest, but somehow it still felt like a home of sorts all the same.]
She's a dragon, you know. Unlike most dragons I see in films, she breathes cold ice. Not fire. [Then again, she was a goddess in tune with people. Who knew what she was thinking. He certainly didn't try. He follows the samurai out into that usual room, moving to sit down in his usual spot, dropping down the heavy bag he's carrying with a low 'thud'.]
Remind me to never lug around so many books again, criminy...
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...you leave these women unviolated in their beds, correct? Consent is sexy, Gaius. [I DON'T THINK THAT AT ALL LMAO]
Yeah, I still don't get the difference between the two.
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like id sneak into a ladys house 2 scratch n itch like that[YOU GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR WHORE REMARKS.]im charmin enough 2 get it w/o sneakin round
easy1 is 4 getting 2 places
the other is 4 getting 2 places w/style
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And you're not charming, you're a liar. There's a difference.
I've seen flying boats. Two wheels on the ground isn't that impressive anymore.
Are you just standing in the middle of her hallway texting me? Lol.
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most charmers are liars, its called bein able 2 turn a phrase even if u aint
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yeah i am
wherever shes hidin her shit shes hidin it good
im bored w/this
im just going 2 raid her kitchen an leave
u doin anythin lol
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Someone who listens, makes eye contact, smiles, responds positively and with humor.
You know exactly one person like this.
Ah, you're giving up? I'm ashamed to be in your company.
No. I'm all out of new books to read for now, and I haven't replinished my supply because of the weather. [THE RARE SOBERSUGI APPEARS]
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Or maybe he got caught, or maybe his phone dies. Who knows, he goes quiet for three minutes.]
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ur talkin about tiki rite[Who the fuck else could it be, he can't think of anyone like that.]
u'd give up 2, 4 all i kno she's hiding that shit between her mattresses and im not goin in there
[what a rare occurrence, he'll have to mark it on his calendar.]...
sober, huh.
bored of this shit. want some company?
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...Yeah, Tiki.
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Sure. I'm not consoling your pride after an unfinished job, though.
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not unfinished
just put on hold
ill come back when the craven hag is @ work
anythin u want me 2 grab on the way
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Mmmm, she got any books? Swipe a few books.
No trashy romances.
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i thought u liked trashy romances
she has two book shelves
im just going 2 throw a whole row in2 my bag
whatever u dont want just burn idk
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Okay. Get food. You paid last time so I've got it. No french fries allowed; I hung out with Drei yesterday.
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...huh
iunno
i guess i just got the idea from somewhere
maybe i had a really weird dream where u were readin some romance novel idk
and man what the hell
i mean my diet isnt the best @ all i kno that
but with all the trash feathers eats
how are his guts not rebellin out of his belly yet
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I have a theory that Americans gained a mutated genome that allows them to ingest horrific scum.
But I mean. I'm sure you piss straight caramel too.
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bite ur tongue i do not
id never b able to look @ caramel again if that were true
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its late as shit and there's hardly anythin open
how does deli sandwiches sound
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Fine. Turkey, spinach, tomato, extra pickle, mayo, mustard. Wheat. Or if they have like... seedy or oaty bread. The good stuff. If you get me rye, I'll punch your esophagus.
There's some Yakult chilled but if you don't want that or water/tea/coffee, grab a drink.
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id have 2 be about to die of thirst in the middle of a plegian desert 2 even consider such a thing
...isnt rye oaty bread jesus christ ur harder 2 please than most women
aight ill be by in like
half an hour
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do u have any sugar? i can do coffee but it needs sugar.
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It's fucking rye. No one likes rye, not even women.
And yeah Tiki bought some last time she went shopping. [aka it's been in the cupboard for 3 months]
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just tells u 1 thing
ive never had 2 drink my own fuckin piss
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whatever they have honey oat ur gettin that
u can keep ur weird vendetta w/rye bread after all
also aight chill coffee it is then
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Door's open, Crook.
text > action
aye.don't fall asleep on me, old man.
[And as promised, within a half hour, there's the telltale sounds of the thief pushing the door to the dojo open, his huge sachel thrown over one shoulder, a plastic bag with sandwiches in the other.]
Ooooi.
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[the smell of coffee will greet Gaius before Takasugi does, the man following its trail out of Tiki's room shortly after, paper door sliding shut behind him]
You're using your interjections wrong again. "Ojama shimasu" is more correct in this setting. [the whole hall is chilled and dimly lit, appropriate for a winter evening, and Takasugi himself is wearing a juban under his kimono as well as a haori when he emerges from the gloom]
[...offers him a scrutinizing look] I suppose you can use "tadaima". You're here often enough.
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He gives the samurai a bit of a wry smirk as he's scolded for his bad manners--likely not the first time it's happened, and he gives his shoulders a little shrug.]
You guys have long words for everything you do. Cut me a little slack, I'll get'm eventually. [He moves to pull his cloak a bit tighter around his shoulders, holding the bag containing their sandwiches forward for the other.]
'Tadaima', eh. Sounds a lot easier than 'Ojama shimasu'. [Meaning, he'll probably use that one over the other one, despite the fact that he doesn't know the difference between the two sets of words.]
She sleepin' again?
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[and quiet, too, finding little ways of saying things without ever really admitting to them, using the blind spots in Gaius's conversational knowledge of Japanese to make confessions he doesn't fully comprehend. it's not a boat on the water, isolated but rocky shelter, and it's not a weekly cleaning spree of free board or shared pets]
[but when you're here, you're welcome, and please come again]
Aa. She's been up a lot lately; I think it's the winter. [is it a manakete thing? does she just know how much he hates the season and it's not only because of the cold? he can't tell and isn't bold enough to ask]
Here, come on. [grabs the pot from the kitchen and guides him back to the room he's seen many times, chaotic with books and knives and every other weapon in between]
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Well.
He gives the other a half-smirk, shrugging his shoulders. Perhaps this wasn't home, or the place he lay his things to rest, but somehow it still felt like a home of sorts all the same.]
She's a dragon, you know. Unlike most dragons I see in films, she breathes cold ice. Not fire. [Then again, she was a goddess in tune with people. Who knew what she was thinking. He certainly didn't try.
He follows the samurai out into that usual room, moving to sit down in his usual spot, dropping down the heavy bag he's carrying with a low 'thud'.]
Remind me to never lug around so many books again, criminy...
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I DO NOT HAVE A PROPER ICON FOR THIS NONSENSE
I BARELY HAD ENOUGH SMIRKING ICONS
i love that face lmfao
that scene is sO GOOD
the perfect amount of sour sulk-face
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