fifteen minutes later finds choso on yonder rooftop, settling into some little niche amongst the tiles that has evidently served as The Break Area, if the battered cans filled with old and new cigarette butts are any indication. he starts off the time-honoured ritual of adding to the pile by striking a battered little match, a tiny pinprick of light like a guiding beacon for wayward sorcerers and their improbable stingrays. ]
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i’ll take you to the cat onsen if you don’t
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Those are hobbies.
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It's a picture, Geto holding one hand up, the only nail on show the one on his middle finger. It's painted a very light blue. A little shimmery. )
What do you think?
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not a colour i expected on you
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wait.
wait a sec. ]
nyeh
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You don't think it suits me?
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something more purple
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I like blue.
( You know, for reasons. )
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blue is
[ unnerving. eerie. inhuman. monstrous. ]
weird but ok
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( No. )
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but it’s a pain to impart
so no
bother yuji with it when we get him back
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[ unless, apparently, it’s geto. ]
but also because you’re going to wear blue anyway
like some kind of weirdo
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( It will be purple the next time he sees Choso. )
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do you smoke?
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Rover-san told me to cut back but then she left, so. Are you allowed to smoke?
( On account of being an infant who doesn't chew. )
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i smoke when i want to
and i want to right now
do you want to?
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But yes, fine. I suppose I can bring you those leftovers in person.
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the roof is a good place. the monks don’t climb up that high past a certain hour.
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I'll meet you up there in fifteen.
( He's using the stingray to get up there though, so he's not climbing either. )
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fifteen minutes later finds choso on yonder rooftop, settling into some little niche amongst the tiles that has evidently served as The Break Area, if the battered cans filled with old and new cigarette butts are any indication. he starts off the time-honoured ritual of adding to the pile by striking a battered little match, a tiny pinprick of light like a guiding beacon for wayward sorcerers and their improbable stingrays. ]
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that icon is so cute.
you earned a whole smile, geto-kun; take it to the grave
gonna keep choso around like a lil tamagotchi
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