bakerstreet | sept wa

Blue.

Ocean.

Vast.

Endless.

Explore.

Discover.

New.

Exciting.

Fresh.

Fragrant.

Perfume.

Floral.

Arrangement.

Agreement.

Sky.

Sun.

Star.

Guide.

Journey.

Course.

Meal.

Gourmet.

Favorite.

Memory.

Past.

Look.

Style.

Flair.

(( Give him a second for that one. English isn't his primary language. ))

Um... originality?

New.

Cold.

Ice.

Crunch!!

[Wait...]

Do you chew on your ice?

[Rules be damned, this is a travesty if true.]

[Blink.]

Uh - yeah. ‘Course I do. [The laziest shrug.] Who doesn’t crunch ice? It’s the best part.

A person doesn't crunch on ice if there's no ice to crunch. Ice melts and dilutes the taste of whatever you're drinking. Three cubes max.

[Okay what? That’s a little intense. Or a lotta intense.]

Three cubes max? Who are you - ice police? Gonna arrest me?

Not at all. Some people want ice in their drink. Some people [Americans] want drink in their ice. I'll remember to note your preferences.

Listen - second drink is one of the greatest things a girl can ask for. Don’t knock it until you try it.

I stand corrected. Please forgive my clear lack of judgement.

Now might I ask: what is your drink of choice?

I’ll think about it. [She smiles, sneaky as ever.]

Hm. Depends on my mood. Do I wanna get trashed or do I want energy? Or something in between? Gotta be more specific.

Then specific I'll be: What would be the appropriate drink for a leisurely but fun time with enjoyable company?

A leisurely but fun time with enjoyable company… [She repeats his words, trailing off to a mumble while she considers her options.

Enjoyable company? Does he mean him? He probably does. She’s not a fancy girl - not the least bit. So if he wants her idea of fun and leisure…]

Can’t go wrong with beer in my opinion. Don’t really do the hard stuff anymore.

Doors.

Closed.

Formerly.

[bro you better fuckin' not]

Caution.

Says?

Me.

[He realizes he's opening himself up to roasting with this one.]

Hands favoured.

Edited 2023-09-15 13:09 (UTC)

[Of all the routes Zoro could take... that one was unexpected.]

Protect.

Imbalanced.

Choice.

Sun.

Scorched.

Green.

[ Hey. Stop that shit. ]

Broccoli.

Moss.

Kermit.

[Take your pick. :D]

[ Wow. ]

Blonde.

[ Shit. That was dumb. This first thing that comes to mind is a stupid game. ]

[Sanji flips the hair out of his eyes with a wide grin. Looks like someone--]

Noticed.

[ An eyeroll. ]

Eyes.

[ Everyone has them.

Sanji's are just

kind of nice

or whatever. ]

Dark.

[Maybe he's noticed someone's also.]

[ Hm. ]

...Soul.

[ Okay, he can admit it's kind of lame. ]

Redo.

Light.

[Redo accepted. It beats replying with "Hot Topic."]

Stars.

Night.

... Cloak.

[ Ugh, bad. Bad. Nope. Why'd you have to go there, self? Maybe not as bad an impression or fashion choice as red but more than enough for internal cringing. ]

[A blue cloak? That's not exactly a garment that a person sees everyday. Kind of seems like it would get in the way.]

Hazard.

Majorly.

[ Oh, it does, and so do the people attached to them. Never trust a person with a color theme. ]

Yours?

[It's important to know if he is speaking with a blue cloak wearer or purely a blue cloak observer.]

[ The face that makes him make before the horrified laughter sets in. Light, what a thought. ]

—yuck.

Significance?

[Alright, sure, a blue cape is a bit much, but Sanji has seen far worse where fashion is concerned.]

[ How to boil it down in an unbiased and illuminating way? He considers, plucking at his shoulders, miming someone feeling themselves in smart uniform apparel—moisturized, happy, flourishing in institutional shiftiness. ]

Dickheads.

[ That's not fair. But it's not not true. ]

[Sanji laughs. If ever there was a colorful description in a single word, that was it.]

Avoid?

[Is that possible here?]

Try.

[ Solid life advice from him to you, my friend; if there's (1) type of woman to stay far away from... ]

Strong.

Predictable.

[Of course you'd reply that way, Suguru. Of course.

Not that Satoru's upset in the slightest.]

Reliable!

[what else, Satoru, what else?]

Bo-oh-oh-ring.

Alternative?

[And it had better be good!]

Butt.

Edited 2023-09-21 19:22 (UTC)

Stronger.

Strongest.

Achieve.

Want.

Fire.

Ashes.

Embers.

Extinguish.

Diminish.

Fade.

Legacy.

Memory.

Remember.

Forget.

Burn

Blaze.

Edited 2023-09-14 19:07 (UTC)

Inferno

Overwhelm.

Breathe

Moment.

Time

Patience.

Determination

Repeat.

Violence

Smolder.

Lasting.

Enduring.

Depth.

Hidden.

Safety.

Comfort.

Ease.

Soothe.

Distant.

Horizon.

Future.

Escape.

Home.

Heart.

Satan.

Hell.

Pit.

Fall!

Angel.

Halo.

Damned.

Sinner.

Delicious.

Fucked.

Death.

Hope.

Make.

Create.

Freedom.

Release.

Future.

Far.

Destination.

Journey.

End.

Finish.

Relax.

Rest.

Dream.

Nightmare.

Premonition.

Prophecy.

Sushi.

Delicious!

Yums!

Treats!

Dessert!

Ice cream!!

(( He's excited for a few seconds before he realizes 'ice cream' is two words. ))

Oh... (( SAD FACE. ))

Does this mean I win?

(( He nods, but with so much pouting. ))

You win.

Pass.

[ Hey its not for everyone. ]

Why?

It's raw and... I don't know, never really understood the appeal?

[ Alexis beams at him. ]

I win!!

Shit.

[ He feigns a look of utter defeat. ]

Yeah, you did, I'll give you that.

[ She preens prettily and tosses her hair over her shoulder. ]

So what do I win?

Whatever you like. Name your prize.

Mmm, a pony?

[ She's not actually serious, but it's the most absurd thing she can think of. ]

[ He chuckles at that one. ]

... I don't think I can actually manage that. Aim slightly lower than a pony.

A miniature pony?

[ She's smirking because she's having fun giving him shit. ]

[ If there's anyone who can take it, it's him. So he keeps on grinning in amusement while feigning further frustration. ]

Alright we're putting all animals off the list. Even the very adorable ones.

Pretty jewelry then?

[ She raises a brow at him. Animals are off the list, but jewelry's not. ]

Sea.

Salt.

Cooking.

Kitchen.

Breakfast.

Bacon. [A little smirk. You feed a woman a Baconator once...]

Eggs.

Chickens. [They have mostly guinea fowl at the Citadel, which are also pretty tasty, but Furiosa is definitely leaning into a theme here.]

[Leaning into a theme, and also perhaps trying to make Thor hungry enough to lose the game? You decide!]

Noisy.

[Well, that one's not conducive to food talk. Hmm.] Storm.

[It may not make him hungry, but she knows what he likes.]

[Furiosa's lucky, some people have to bother praying to find out what a god likes.]

Mighty.

[Her prayers are almost entirely directed at her (maternal) ancestors, though there was probably a time she called on him for rain. Long before the Citadel had her. He wouldn't have been around to hear then, but in a way he answered. Just took a few years.]

Fury. [She smiles, thinking of Fury Storms, not referring to herself, but...it might apply to her in some ways, too.]

[Thor outright laughs at that one, because while it does indeed bring Furiosa herself to mind, there's also someone else that immediately pops into his thoughts.]

Leadership.

[And that applies to both people he's thinking of, too.]

[Well, now she feels complimented, although she can tell he's thinking of something else, too. Her eyebrows go up, questioning, but she's not ready to concede the game yet.]

Protection.

[This one is an easy one, and he smiles at her reaction, respecting her commitment to the game.]

Shield.

[So many of the people Thor knows would immediately jump to Captain America, or Steve Rogers, or both. Not Furiosa, though she's had the pleasure of meeting him.]

Glass.

[Listen, she does a lot more driving than she does anything else. Windshields are the first thing that comes to mind.]

[Now that is a sufficiently how-did-she-get-there answer to throw Thor off his game. That's what happens when you don't drive enough to know what the parts of a car are called. Or, you know, at all.]

Wouldn't that be easily broken?

[She grins faintly, triumphant.]

A little, but you have to be able to see through it or you'll wreck your rig. [She makes a gesture encompassing the boxy shape of a windshield.]

[Ah. The War Rig, that's one that he knows by name, and after a moment's thought he makes the correct association.]

Hm. I suppose so. Can your people craft replacements?

One of the few resources we have without limitations is sand. [Hell of a lot of sand out there.]

There's a glass furnace deep in the Towers. Dangerous as hell, but that's one of the things we've been borrowing tech from the Nexus to fix.

Thor, why haven't I ever taken you driving? I know you can pilot your own world's vehicles. Bet you'd be chrome on a motorcycle.

That's a good question. We'd never thought of it, I guess?

Motorcycle, that's the bicycle with an engine, right? I don't think I've ever been on one. Though I've seen Steve ride one before.

Well, I was hoping I'd convince you to have a meal with me, but a bike ride is just as good. Better give you the one we got here, though, I don't think our old Vuvalini bikes can carry an Asgardian's weight.

[He grins and raises his eyebrows at her.] Who says we can't do both?

Home.

Gold.

Metal.

Forge.

Sword.

Shield.

Device.

Science.

Study.

Library.

Learning.

Doing.

Practice.

Training.

Work.

Diplomacy.

Politics.

Crown.

Responsibility.

Duty.

Respect.

Authority.

Leadership.

Hero.

Legend.

Gods. [A little smirk.]

Worship.

Offering.

Bargain.

Trust.

Abyss.

Dark.

Quiet.

Empty.

Words.

Lecture.

All-father.

[Yep, that's definitely the one.]

Responsibility.

[god of truths, tbh]

Thor's.

[Way to rub it in.]

It's not all as glorious as I thought it'd be, you know.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and also just a small hair-flip of having clearly won the game]

Thank goodness you barely had to work for it, then.

Barely, hm.

[Thor's expression hardens a fraction.]

Ragnarok itself not enough for you?

Oh, have you not heard? Nothing is enough for me.

[At least they can be a bit brittle together. Like family.]

You're certainly rarely pleased.

And rarely pleasing, I've been told.

Do you plan to build your reign on lectures?

I'm not Father. There are a great many things he did that I don't intend to follow.

Good.

[but actually]

You'll be better.

Will I?

Do you find the bar so terribly high, brother?

If all that is needed to be a better king is to be a good man, then perhaps not. But there are days when I look at what remains of Asgard and I cannot help but remember how many of us there once were.

[A lingering pause, masked poorly by a careful consideration of his own nails. There's a delicacy to earnestness that always sits a bit uncomfortably in Loki's shoulders.]

Is that not what makes a good king? To be unbowed in remembering?

[Thor looks at him, his expression more openly pensive.]

A good king is one whose people prosper under his lead.

A good king is one who leads his people to prosperity when they find themselves short of it.

Then I suppose only time will tell.

What, no grating over-confidence?

[Time now to pick all the non-existent lint off his cuffs.]

Is this not exactly what you're for?

[Thor's smile is small and insincere. He crosses his arms casually across his chest.]

Sorry to disappoint, brother.

Oh, not at all. You've a long way to go yet before you unseat me as family disappointment. Barely any darkness to choke from your soul even when you're insisting on being gloomy.

[The look Thor gives him is withering, tinged with mild amusement.]

Oh, my apologies. I didn't realize I was taking over your pity party.

It's just that mine are so much more interesting and well-deserved.

[But, you know. A light bump of one of Loki's elbows against one of Thor's.]

If it's your place to be king, it's mine to be dour and doubting. That's only fair.

[A small smile touches Thor's lips at the bump against his arm, a reciprocating sway brings his own elbow back to touch Loki's in turn.]

I think every king should have one of those, if you ask me. Otherwise no one's going to tell him when he's doing something stupid.

[Better. Certainly better enough for the short snap of a laugh.]

Thank goodness you'll always have me.

[Probably. Conceptually. Who knows.]

Woman.

Grown.

Changed.

Evolve.

Predator.

Hot.

[ :| ]

Burn.

[Sorry Claudia, Nikei's a perv.]

Wizard.

[Grumbled with the upmost vitriol]

...Where?

[ Jesse doesn't see any woman anywhere around. Just this kid. ]

[ LISTEN YOU GUYS, she came here to have a good time and you're all just bullying her.

Oh well. At least she can have a little trolling, as a treat. Let's turn on the pathetic waif waterworks. ]

M-mama?

Disappearance.

Lost.

Woods.

Track.

Animal.

Prey.

Hunter.

Tune.

Melody.

Harmony.

Vibrancy.

Colors!

Paints,

Art.

Beautiful.

Unique.

Oh, very nice! Mmm. Singular.

Solitary.

Aww, sad.

[ She has to consider that one. ]

Despondent.

He considers right back.
“Private?”

Secret.

His ears prick up and his eyes widen.
“Dish.”

Stuck.

Head.

[ ...how to not be shamelessly horny on main right now. ]

Brain.

[ Nailed it. It was close though. ]

[ The stamina it must take with her not helping. ]

Thought.

[ How dare she, honestly. ]

Idea.

Bright!

Smile.

Laugh.

[ There's a terrible live, laugh, love joke that dies before it can be vocalized but he sputters a chuckle just the same. ]

Often.

[ Probably for the best, even if she is a boomer and might've bought a notebook with that on it. ]

Good.

[ He would tease her mercilessly about that but find it endearing. ]

Heart.

Beat.

[ Even if hers doesn't. Technically. ]

...Drum?

Kit!

Uniform.

Unfortunate.

Mullets.

Achy.

[ As in: Breaky Hearts. ]

[ Yep, that one's gonna fly right over his head. ]

Muscles.

[ Valid, honestly. She'd forget it if she could. ]

Strong.

Will.

Power.

Electricity.

Shock.

Fault.

Someone’s.

Yours?

Lawyer.

Busy.

Work.

Hard.

Thick.

Juicy.

Delicious.

Engorge.

Full.

Jovial.

Happy.

Precious.

Value.

Liar.

Naysayer!

Spoilsport!

Realist.

Boring.

Never.

Admit.

Always.

Forever.

Time.

Kills.

Skills. [That may be cheating? Still counts.]

Mad. [Hey, if it counts it counts.]

Various.

Substances.

Particles.

Science?

Magic.

Tricks.

Illusions.

Friends.

Important.

Also I hope your friends aren't illusions. [Scott is so bad at this game. It's cause he literally can not, not talk.]

Oh, god, you're gonna get sappy? Also you lost!

I have friends. I'm not good at making close ones is all.

I always lose at that this stupid game.

Well at least you have some, any particular reason or…?

Do you really?

Because all of my charm is surface level and I'm actually really poorly socialized.

Every. Fucking. Time. Literally the worst.

Ouch. I don't have that problem if anything I am too social but you know public figure and all. You sort of have to be.

Because you're too chatty?

Oh, I'm very social. It's just not deep.

Like how many people could you go to in a crisis?

Hands.

Touch.

Grope.

Massage~

Relaxing.

Contented.

Happy.

Exceedingly.

Tremendously.

Encompassing.

Love.

Happiness.

Ah! I already said happy, does that mean I win?

Happiness is a different word!

But yeah, it means you win. [He wraps his arms around her and gives her a big ol' kiss. Letting it linger until he is basically breathless.]

That's your prize.

It is but it means the same thing, doesn't it?

[She asks and kisses him back heartily.]

Mmmm. You're the best prize.

Yeah but you can't use the same word, not different words. So the same meaning but two words totally counts.

[He's so happy he basically hums his contentment against her lips.]

And here I was thinking you were a prize.

Ah, well then I think that means you win.

[She says and gives him another long kiss.]

I'm happy to be your prize.

Naw you're the winner. You know how I am with this game, I almost always lose.

The one brain cell has a hard time with it!

[He puts in as much as he gets, as usual.]

You know one of these days I will win this.

[She laughs against his lips.]

I just like that we keep playing this game because it reminds me how we met.

It's tradition now.

[He shifts moving his hands underneath her to pick her up.]

We can never not play when we start. We're gonna be old and broken and still playing.

I like that we have our own traditions already.

[She says with a giggle as he picks her up and wraps her arms around his neck.]

Old, broken but still in love.

Me too.

[He just tightens his grip as she settles into her arms.]

Sounds like heaven. Speaking of; I was thinking we should do something special. Since it's almost been a year.

I'd love that, did you have any ideas on what we should do?

I dunno that's why I wanted to talk to you. I know it's the holidays but I have Thanksgiving this year with Cass and Christmas she's going to Florida with her mom so I am free birdin. And I said I ain't doing book stuff around the holidays so we have a whole month to play around with.

I'm glad you said no to book stuff around that time, I was a little worried you were going to try and cram it in there.

[She admits as she kisses his neck gently.]

What if we went somewhere like one of those volcanic spa places in Iceland?

No way. All the best parties happen around the holidays. I wouldn't miss them for the world.

[He locks his hands behind her back and pulls her close.]

Mmm fuck yeah. That sounds super relaxing, you just wanna see me all covered in mud don't you?

Speaking of parties, do you want to maybe throw one of our own? You can invite all your work friends?

[She chuckles and kisses his neck a few more times.]

Yes, that's it exactly. I want us both to get down and dirty in the most relaxing way possible.

Regret.

Fate.

Edited 2023-09-14 15:45 (UTC)

Control.

Power.

Destruction.

Rebirth.

[Interesting...

[He considers his next word.]

Clean.

[As in a clean slate.]

Conscience.

[Ah. Not for this one.]

Weight.

Carry.

Burden.

People.

Cattle.

Sheep.

Slaughter.

Necessary.

Vital.

Punishment.

[One of Eren's fists clenches.]

Retribution.

War.

Reality.

Unkind.

Cruel.

Outcome.

Result.

Freedom.

[Freedom...]

Birthright.

Sin.

[At this, Eren's glare sharpens just slightly.]

Inherit.

Malice.

Earned.

Wealth.

Preordained.

Shackles.

Bound.

Path.

Found.

Faith.

( HMMM. )

Complex.

Beliefs.

Discordant.

Morality.

Binary.

White.

[ the 'black' implied ]

Light.

Warmth.

—Sun.

Heaven.

Allegorical.

Poetry.

( ... give him a moment. )

Ambiguous.

Friendship.

Difficult.

Connection.

( "temporary"—. )

Important.

Independence.

Necessary.

Survival.

Desperate.

Mankind.

( ... )

Image.

Edited 2023-09-16 19:41 (UTC)

Photograph.

Record.

Memory.

Unreliable.

Narrator.

Story.

Testament.

( ... )

Justice.

You?

[ curious ]

Vengeance.

( there's a difference! )

Satisfying

Earned.

Peace.

Difficult.

Why?

Nature.

Elaborate?

( fuck's

sake. )

—Violence.

Confused.

[ sorry, sir???????? ]

( in a word?! )

Antagonistic.

Game.

[ he's sorry!! he'll stop being a pain...for five mins maybe ]

Reaction.

( offered as a correction because marc doesn't do games. )

Understood.

[ LOOK AT THEM DOING SO WELL IN THIS GAME ]

( THANK FUCK FOR THAT, explaining any further in singular words would have been

challenging. )

Really?

[ he taps the side of his head like the arrogant piece of garbage he is ]

Yes.

And I'll willingly forfeit, you truly are an interesting individual.

[ ehehheeh ]

Options.

[ king of changing the narrative, at your service~ ]

Limited.

Limitless~!

[ heyyyy just like him ]

Adored.

Adorable ☆

[ like— gojo's adored because he's adorable, of course! ]

Rat.

[ get out!!! ]

Diseases!?

[ gojo don't be rude ]

You.

Meanie.

[ fyodor...... if he has diseases u have diseases too now, so........ ]

Foolish.

[ ..........true ]

Optimist!

[ he trusts you to always be cute at him, so. ]

Boring.

[ because he's still being a dick. this is your #wife ]

[ how do you put the sentiment of "i treat you well in bed so stop whining at me" into one word.

he's going to lose this game help ]

Doting~

[ not quite but like, let's go with that. ]

Trickster.

Loverboy!

[ that's not one word but he made it one word. so. ]

Beloved.

[ because...yes ]

Dangerous ☆

[ any beloved of fyodor's is automatically in danger but. gojo's all about it. ]

Thrilling.

Unpredictable!

[ live or die? who knows! but he likes it. ]

Emotion.

[ what he feels for gojo. ]

Refuge.

[ that's kind of gay, but sure, gojo, if that's how you feel about the demon from the north. ]

[ ew why are you like this gojo!!! ]

Temporary.

[ HE'S TRYING TO DUMP YOU AGAIN ]

Tempting.

[ aren’t demons supposed to be? his is no different. ]

Unintentional.

[ excuse you sir ]

Intentional!

[ excuse you back....... ]

Annoyance.

Dedicated ♡

[ to being an annoyance ]

Devoted.

Daring.

Reckless.

Fearless.

Arrogant.

[ but he loves you apparently, allegedly ]

Strongest.

[ ooh allegedly, hmm~ ]

Mine.

[ .........yup ]

Possessive!

[ did he deny it though? ]

[ ok now he's tired of the game ]

No more than you are, hm?

Hey, I win the game. Nice~ lucky. [ of course he was competing. of course. ]

Am I possessive? Am I?

You should be, am I not a catch?

[ ...honestly the catch here is gojo given all things taken into account but yanno ]

[ okay, so. he can't actually joke about this: ] Yeah, you are. Prettiest face in town~! Besides, you're sweet on me.

[ fyodor's smarter than gojo is by like— a long shot too. get you a girl who—! ]

[ oh my god what ]

You have terrible taste, objectively speaking.

Now stop being a pest.

Did you just get shy.

[ ...don't change the subject. ]

You got shy, didn't you.

Did not. You cannot just say those things and expect people to accept them without complaint, Satoru-san.

[ he got shy ]

Nah, I just wanna make you shy.

[ fyodor, he's flirting with you. ]

Just go bother someone else.

[ NO STOP, DESIST. HE WILL NOT GIVE INTO THIS ]

Oh yeah? Who do you want me to bother?

[ now he really is just being a pain... ]

How about Dazai-kun? Or that fellow classmate of yours...the surly one.

Ahh, no I used up my Nanami and Dazai-kun bothering points for the week. It's all on Fyo now.

Lucky me.

[ with a tone that is deadpan and implies the exact opposite ]

Hey, I treat you right~! Every day! I'm so nice to you so, you're super lucky ☆

[ your man's ANNOYING, fyodor. ]

Every day you annoy me more and more.

Every day you like me more and more. Admit it.

I would rather swallow glass than lie in such a terrible way.

Lie? But I'm great, you can just admit it.

[ aha fyodor you're so cute, don't swallow glass ♡ ]

No. ♥

[ can you hear the heart?? ]

Well~ I can admit that you're great. How about that, huh?

[ just going to turn this one around on you for a second, fyo. ]

I have a long, long list of people who would disagree.

[ but god, stop you embarrassing man ]

I hate to be be a conformist, so, I like that.

[ he's going to just keep on embarrassing you... ]

Pardon my bluntness, but I shall pray for your eventual enlightenment.

[ so that, yanno, you go away and stop pestering him ]

Ugh, why do you say things like that. It's sweet.

[ moe. he feels. moe. over that. fyodor! ]

[ S T O P. GO AWAY DESIST SIR!!! ]

Sweet. Not my intention but very well.

Hey, relax~ I know you're being snippy. You just say things in a weird way sometimes, and it's cute.

[ gap moe, if you will. ]

There is something fundamentally wrong with you. Probably since conception. Perhaps something in your fate was written in faulty ink.

[ because fyodor likes him, so clearly THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG ]

You don't think you're cute? Ah, of course you don't. You think you're— hah. What does Fyodor think of Fyodor, actually?

[ just gonna ignore the bLATANT INSULTS THERE, FYODOWU ]

Fyodor thinks Satoru-san's time would be better spent in other pursuits. Do you not have a class to teach?

I can't have something extracurricular? Just for me? You're very hard on me, y'know, Fyo.

I am already. [ just yours. you already have me. ]

Perhaps, but you require a firm hand now and again.

Okay. I like that. [ ugh. this guy. why does he make every conversation so difficult— but not difficult in a conventional way. difficult in that gojo wants to give in. ]

Give me all your hands. Both. Whatever— all the time.

You were never taught to share as a child, were you?

[ eyebrow raise ]

Yes, only two, I have yet to sprout extra limbs or horns and tail.

[ you know, like demons do ]

Yeah, only child! Guilty!

[ no brothers or sisters to have to share with... lonely boy. ]

Please don't~ that would be weird. You're very lovely as you are, so, you should probably try and stay that way. Just for me.

How shallow of you, what if I lost an arm? Or both? Maybe I'd sprout feathers. Stranger things have happened to ability users.

Ah, feathered Fyodor? I think I'd like you like that. You could come and sit on my shoulder. [ funny guy isn't he. ]

The arm goes without saying. I'd like that even more. You'd need more help from me, so.

If you want a mascot, there is a pet store in the corner.

[ deadpan ]

you're already my pet. i'm also your pet~

[ literally: out here saying anything ]

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[ he fucking hates this man!!!!!!!! stop sir!!!!!!!!!!

deadpan, like he is delivering a joke with one word: ]

Goodbye.

Don't say goodbye to me, we're not finished talking~! Don't be mean, Fyo-pin.

[ let the pathetic nicknames begin. ]

I am leaving now.

[ goodbye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Leave and come back, don't you always~

[ is he wrong, is he, is he is he IS HE WRONG ]

I can always leave and not come back.

Antisocial.

Loner.

Acceptable.

Forbidden.

Challenge.

Hassle.

Task.

Master.

Illegal.

Fun.

Boring.

You.

Self.

Love.

Emotion.

Annoying.

Ignatius.

Oh, fuck you!

Saint.

You lose.

I do not! I recovered!

Nope. You said more than one word, thus I win.
But we can go again if you'd like.

Boo, you whore.
Yeah, that's what they all say...

Loser.

...you.

Unconcerned.

Peace.

Quiet.

Never.

Noticed.

Fame.

Fake.

Fraud.

Insurance.

Blackmail.

Information.

Private.

Personal.

Jesus.

Whiny.

[SNORT.]

Baby.

Child.

Hood.

Red.

Riding.

Horse.

Cock.

Balls.

Deep.

Wound.

Heal.

Scar.

Hidden.

Conceal.

Correct.

Accurate.

Assessment.

Evaluate.

Decide.

Choice.

Pro.

Con.

Ex.

Communicated.

Beyond.

Far.

Neeeeear.

[eyebrow raise.]

Close.

[Please, like Nate doesn't knew Grover!]

Cumming.

[Oh was that Grover? He thought it was a bad Celine Dion rendition.]

Release.

[Fair.]

Prison.

Punishment.

Sexy.

Kinky.

fun.

Adventure.

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Time.

Clock.

Notice.

Details.

Eyestrain.

Glasses.

Fashion.

Suit.

Expensive.

Designer.

Gucci.

Shoes.

Repeat, I win again.

Oh come on, it's a bit! Like the song!

What song?

[SIGH. He pulls it up on his phone.]

God. How do you convince anyone you're a normal person?

And this is what normal people watch?

Well, like a zillion years ago, but you're old, so.

I am but that doesn't mean I've seen every dumb thing on the internet.

It's a classic, Nate.

Mmn.
Sure it is.

You can google it. God, there's dead people with more pop culture awareness than you.

Good for them.

You're so mean to me.

So you keep saying.

Because it's true.

Perhaps you're just overly sensitive.

Maybe.

Not to mention overly dramatic.

I'm poorly socialized.

And over medicated.

Not legally.

Of course not.

Life's too short, Nate. You know that.

I do.

One thing we agree on at least.

Fruit.

Me!

(( She can't help the snorted laugh that follows. ))

Game over. I've got nothing after that.

I win!

Couldn't resist. We could try another round, if you like.

At least I got to lose with a laugh. I have no complaints.

I'm happy to try again. Would you like to start or should I?

Good. Life's too short to be too serious.

I will. Hmmm...

Fantasy.

(( She pulls a face as she gets the words out. ))

Football.

Ew!

Agree!

Permit.

Driver's.

Update.

(( A quiet groan. ))

Software.

Crash.

Burn.

Wicked.

Witch.

Craft.

Yarn.

Grandma.

Matriarch.

Control.

Illusion.

Fraud.

Rejoice.

Revels.

Celebration!

Drinks!

Party!

Festivities!

Parades!

Team.

Friends.

Tower.

Castle.

Witch.

Mother.

Slave.

Escape.

None.

Empty.

Cup.

Drink.

Wine.

Alcohol.

Queen.

Empress.

Tarot.

Symbolism.

Indirect.

Book.

Weapon.

Commitment.

Promise.

Space.

Hopper.

Frog.

Tongue.

[ Ew frog tongues.. ]

Speech.

[ Frogs are hella cute, tongues and all! ]

Toast!

[ MASHING the x button to doubt! ]

Erm - butter!

…compliment.

[ Oh? Seemed weirdly reluctant on that one. Or it just took him a minute or more. HrM! ]

Hrm.. charming?

Meow.

[ He likes it when cats meow, it's charming. ]

....

What?

[ It IS charming, but that confused her as a response. At the same time she doesn't think he just randomly meowed at her. ]

Like... y'know, nyah.

[ Despite being a giant rough lookin' dude, Kafka casually does a cat pose. Arms up, wrists bent, leaning forward a bit. ]

Nyah.

[ For perhaps the second time that day, Rebecca is trying her very best not to absolutely lose her shit giggling. That was one of the most absurd images she'd seen all day - and cats were her aesthetic! But because Kafka was such a big, rough looking guy it looked even more silly. ]

N..nyah?

[ But why tho. Oh wait, they're supposed to be playing this game weren't they? ]

Um... -u..m..milk? [ Please stop making that cat pose she might die laughing. ]

[ Kafka looks silly several times a day, because, shocker of all shockers, he is silly.

He holds the nyah pose for a bit, as he thinks of another word, though with his face going through obvious thinking motions until a smile bursts into place. ]

Cream!

[ He says it with great enthusiasm, and is still in nyah pose. ]

[ She's quickly learning this. And trying desperately not to die laughing. She knew she looked silly when she did the cat pose for her fans, but this brought it to a whole new level. ]

C..C...Cookies!

[ .. Ohgod he's still in the pose. SHe claps both hands over her mouth, practically in tears. ]

[ Kafka holds still for a moment longer, then poses triumphantly with a hand on his hip, the other pointing at her. ]

Crumbling!

[ Does that mean he's going for laughs on purpose? Who knows!? ]

[ Crumbling, like the way Rebecca breaks into absolute hysterical giggles. Have MERCY man! ]

I - I, um -

[ Nope, Nope, laughing too hard ot think of a response - even though she knows in the back of her head one she could use, the laughing fit made it difficult to be coherent. Her loss! ]

Heh. Victory...

[ He says, like a cool guy, wiping a hand under his nose as if sweeping blood from an awesome battle. ]

I had a feeling maximum meowt-up would break your defences.

[ It takes a moment for her to recover from her gigglefit, and she lets out a huge sigh, shaking her head. ]

How was I to know you were willing to make yourself look silly just to secure a win?

Burgers!

Fortune.

Security.

Humans.

Life.

Precious.

Friends.

Trusted.

Faith.

Followers!

Fans!

Devotees!

Worshippers~!

Number one god in all of Japan!!

[Whoops, got him to go a bit overboard there.]

[ She can't help but start laughing at that overblown response. ]

Hold on, aren't you supposed to only use ONE word?

[He's too worked up to even get huffy at being laughed at.]

Oops. Uh, number one! No-- Favorite!

[ Oh god - she's TRYING to stop giggling, but the second goof up almost sends her over again. Okay - get it together Rebecca! ]

Pff--- Ahem, uh - Food!

[They're going to lose the game at this rate! ...is there a way to lose? Or win?]

Hmm... Hotdogtopus!

[He means these things.]

[ Squeee - ]

Ah I love those! But it's so hard to eat them because they're so cu- oh.

[ Whoops, her turn to goof up this time! But they were having fun so it was still a winlose? Losewin? -- ah who cared, it was a fun little time killer right? ]

You get me, girl! Aren't they just the best to bite their little head-- Uh. Guess we're both busted there.

[Yep, they're definitely not winning any points for the longest round, but that's okay. Finding something to talk about is half the fun! Who wants to keep saying single words for hours?]

[ She giggles sheepishly. SOME people might be able to have conversations consisting of one word, but she liked a little more chatter. If he hadn't goofed, she would have anyway. ]

Yeah! But I always feel guilty though - I know they're not actually living creatures, but the design of those cute little faces..!

[It's something of a relief to talk normally after going so long on one word at a time. It's like the need to speak was just building up in him.]

That's why you gotta take a toothpick, give them your best wishes, then just down the hatch with them! No fussing about after you've enjoy their cute blank stares for a while.

[ She would agree wholeheartedly! ]

Aw, but you have to appreciate the work that the chef put into creating the designs don't you? If you just "down the hatch", you don't get to savor the cuteness! Although that's also where the trap lies..

That's why you take time to enjoy their cute faces for a while! But if you don't eventually eat it, wouldn't that also be a waste of the chef's efforts? It's all down to a matter of perspective. And hunger.

Hrmhrm, that's a good point too. And I do admit that no matter how cute the food is, I probably would lose out to being too hungry to keep from eating. I guess you don't have that problem of getting torn between admiring and eating something like that!

Nope! I'll appreciate the artistry for a while then go ahead and eat - food's one of the best aspects of humanity and I intend to savor every bit of it I can. Never let an offering go to waste is what I say!

[ She thought about that one for a second, honestly, has to agree. It was definitely one of the best aspects of humanity! ]

I agree with that completely. Although it's a little embarrassing to say, I have to be careful not to savor TOO much or I'll end up gaining too much weight. Even if the food tastes so good it'd be worth it -- briefly.

But I'm curious, is there anything that you don't like, foodwise?

Ah well, that's just the nature of Near Shore denizens. Ya gotta eat properly to stay alive and maintain your health. Something that's not a problem for me.

[Oh, now he actually has to think about this.] No? I think I can enjoy pretty much anything set down in front of me. It's easier to name stuff I do like. What about you? You got anything that's on you "no" list?

Eh? "Near Shore denizens..."?

Ah.. Hey are you bragging that you can eat whatever you want and never gain weight? [ She... pauses because..huh. She could in theory probably do the same.. but she's never tried it! So She'll huff instead. ]

Well.. I guess I am a BIT of a picky eater. But that's mostly if something doesn't appeal in appearance or scent - I do have some reluctance to eating it. [ I.e. if it looks or smells gross, she's not touching it. ]

I'd say anything with a face, but that's kind of easy to work around by just .. not looking at it.

Humans and animals and the like who are alive.

But that's right! I don't need to eat, though it's an enjoyable past time I like to indulge in. [He won't mention that he doesn't need to engage in the end result of eating, either...]

Now that's not so picky, unless you're saying there's plenty of normal things that fit into the unappealing category for you. Like you'd be fine with fish fillets but not whole fish grilled on a stick?

Oh? So you're not human then?

[ Not particularly bothered - she's encountered tons of non-humans. Enough that she ought not to assume, but habits are hard to ignore.

Though not having to deal with the end result of eating.. *huff* lucky dog... ]

Yeah - oh, well the smell of fish doesn't actually bother me that much anymore. Not enough to put me off the food anyway, so I can eat a grilled fish on a stick as long as I'm not staring it in the face. I feel weirdly judged.

[ She chuckles - she is of course exaggerating that a tiny bit. ]

Nope, I'm a god.

[Said like it's no big deal, although not without a touch of pride. He does have some of that godly arrogance that most are said to possess.]

Haha, that's good-- it'd be a shame if someone served that to you and you couldn't honor its sacrifice by finishing it off. Push come to shove ya could give it a tiny blindfold before taking a bite.

[Now he's just being silly.]

[ ... he's either -actually- a god ..and she's not met any out there really. Or he's a narcissist.

Or he's a narcissist God. Either way he gets a skeptical glance from her for a split second, before he brings up the tiny blindfold, and the mental image startles another laugh out of her. ]

Oh no, that's a bit much! [ Ffh, tiny blindfolds. She has to struggle to keep her giggles back, coughs a bit. ]

I do feel guilty when I can't finish a meal, so I always bring home whatever I don't manage. Or I just try not to order everything that looks good.

[Well, for whatever type of god or not-god he is, Yato doesn't go on any further, instead preferring to stick with the topic of food. It's a much more interesting subject to him. And he can't help smiling at her laughter.]

You think so? I thought it might work. [As a way to make her smile, if nothing else.]

Another alternative to taking it home if you don't want leftovers is to donate it to yours truly! I'd take even a half-eaten offering. [Because sometimes he just doesn't have the money to foot the bill for dinner...]

[ It was fine, he was great fun to talk to nonetheless. ]

I don't think the chef's would be keen on being asked to tie little - [ She giggles again. ] - little blindfolds on the faces of the food that they make it if still shows their eyes or something.

[ Managing to get her chuckles under control, but still smiling, she considered thoughtfully. ]

Well I'd never want to give someone a half eaten offering; that seems a bit rude. But the other thing, I can't exactly donate it to you if we're nowhere near each other, as opposed to say, inviting you out for lunch or dinner or something.

Maybe they would be more inclined if you asked nicely, or gave them a tip for the job.

[He snickers along with her, clearly not being serious about any of his suggestions.]

It's true that a dedicated offering is best, but when you're hard up you take what you can get. As for not being near each other... Here! [He hands over a handwritten business card with his name and cellphone number on it.] All you have to do is make a wish to me and I'll hear it!

If they actually did it, I would definitely give them a tip and recommend their establishment. ... when I finished laughing of course. [ She grins, then blinks in surprise at the card. Dat was smooth. She glanced at it, then him a little suspiciously before she took the business card. ]

..'Make a wish to you'? That .. no offense, but that sounds a little shady. What do you mean 'make a wish'?

[ She's read all those genie and monkey's paws books! ... okay she heard about them. ]

Just like it sounds - make a wish, pray to me, that kind of thing. I am a god, after all.

[He taps on the "Delivery God" part of his card, grinning.]

I'll hear your prayer and come to answer it if it's within my ability to do so. And if you offer enough.

Really? Anything?

[ Hrrmmm... studying the delivery card still with skepticism. He COULD be legit but.. what kind of God gave out business cards and granted wishes? ]

So..enough of ... what, food? Money?

[ She almost jokingly adds "women?' to the list, but she ..doesn't think she wants to know. ]

Close to it as I can get!

[Given how many gods there are it should stand to reason that not every one can cover everything, but it's good to be clear on these matters.]

Money, of course! [He holds up a hand with fingers outstretched.] It's got to be five..... yen!

[So dramatic.]

[ She's kind of getting the feeling that he's the God of Narcissism and Drama at this point. But still... pray to him for five yen and he'll come running to fulfill almost any wish? There DEFINITELY had to be some kind of snag or twist or something. Still she pockets the card - even if she doesn't make a direct wish, it was good to have on hand, right? ]

What do you get out of it? It feels like kind of an uneven deal as it stands. Only having to spend five yen to have your wish or request fulfilled? Or at least as close to it as you can get?

[That she pockets his card makes Yato beam with unbridled delight that he quickly tries to hide with a careless shrug. Given how most people either can't see him at all or toss aside his cards almost immediately, this counts as a major win.]

More repeat customers who'll sing my praises and tell their friends about me! You gotta build up a network before you start upping your rates. Not too many people are willing to spend big on a god they've never heard of, you know?

[It wounds his pride to admit as much, but it's the truth.]

[ OH NO WHAT HAS SHE DONE. oh well. She made him happy, and that was a win in her book to make someone smile like that. And.. oddly his goal sounded very familiar to her own when she got started with her B-cube channel. ]

Yeah.. I can certainly understand that. I've gone through that - actually.. [ She tapped her finger against her lips thoughtfully. ACTUALLY if he was legit, her channel had over a hundred thousand subscribers right now, and it was still growing - she could tell her fans and get the word out if he wanted. BUT that would depend entirely on if he wasn't just one big scam. ]

So what's your biggest success story?

[Hearing that she's gone through something similar makes Yato perk up with interest. Maybe there's something he can learn from her, some tricks of the trade to help boost his followers or at least maintain the one or two he manages to get at any one time.]

Really? How did you--

[That's about as far as he gets before being hit with her question. And it tanks his mood just as quickly as it had risen. Most of his "success" stories involve things he'd rather not admit or think about, despite the fact there's no getting around that he did them. Now more mellowed out, he works to think of a positive success.]

Well, I stopped some guy from committing suicide. [Never mind that in the process he'd accidentally knocked the guy off the building he'd been standing on top of. But he won't go into that.]

[ Oh dear - she saw that mood tanking. Must not be having as much luck getting followers. She looked thoughtful. ]

But that's amazing - you should be happy about that.

It's important to not let the times that you aren't able to get new fans, get you down. It's like I was mentioning to you earlier - that I have a similar situation. I run a B-cube channel - although admittedly I haven't been able to make as many videos lately. But I had a lot of trouble getting attention and followers at the beginning.

A few other B-cubers gave me tips and helped me with my videos, and did collabs with me, and now my channel is doing pretty well. It's not quite at the number I want it to be yet though, so I just have to keep working at it.

Oh, I am!

It's just that for me as a god, it's difficult to remain in people's memories. I usually fade from their mind in short order once I'm done doing the job for them. That's just the nature of being a small-time deity with no presence or shrine to worship at.

[He states it matter-of-factly, but there's still a mellowness to his voice. Clearly it's something that bothers him. Though he does perk up at the mention of collaborations.]

Collabs, huh? Maybe that's what I need-- The support of someone with a bigger shrine to help give me a boost.

[He mulls this idea over for a minute, then suddenly stands bolt upright like he's been struck by lightning. Of course! Why didn't he see this before?!]

Or the thing to do is to start my own B-cube channel and become a star that way! I could reach millions with the right material! I should give it a shot! Woohoo!

[ She frowns a little. That.. kinda sucked. HRM. In his position she'd... feel pretty darn lonely. But fortunately he didn't seem to be down for long, and she perked up along with him when he suggested starting a B cube channel too. ]

That's a good idea! [ Fortunately she's not the sort to be threatened by a potential rival - she had a feeling her fanbase and his would be vastly different, and even better, she wasn't anything like Labilia. Nor would she ever want to be. ]

I could help you set up a channel and promote you to the fans I have too to help get you started.

[He goes over and takes her hands, shaking them with enthusiasm. What a sweet girl, helping a total stranger like him! He can see why she has so many fans if just for her personality alone.]

Yeeaaah! You're the best, er-- I don't think we've properly exchanged names yet, have we? Aside from my business card, anyway. I'm the delivery god, Yato! Pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss!

[ She giggles again, brightening at his uptick in mood; though he's right about the introductions. She looks a little sheepish; she doesn't have a business card! ]

Nice to meet you Yato, I'm Rebecca - [ She thinks a moment. ]

Oh, I don't have a business card, but here - [ She did have a small pad with her in her back pocket, so she carefully reached into her skirt pocket and took out the pencil and paper, jotting her channel, her contact info and name before passing it back to him. ]

Maybe I *should* start carrying around some kind of business card too, heh.

Rebecca. Pleasure to meet you.

[Late an introduction as it is. He takes the piece of paper, looking over the information before carefully pocketing it for future reference.]

That wouldn't be such a bad idea! You seem popular enough to warrant having proper business cards for handing out to potential viewers. It saves the need to carry around paper and pencil, that's for sure.

[ In their defense, they were having fun talking food! ]

Aww, well that's definitely one of my goals. Although I could just display it, that wouldn't help as far as writing it down. I don't run into too many people who are actually interested in the B-Cube Network though, so I guess I never really thought about making cards.

[True! Food is always a good excuse.]

Really? I would've thought it'd be more mainstream since it sounds like an interesting job or hobby to have. I'm getting excited just thinking about starting my own channel!

[He can bring Yatoism to the good folks online and rack up tens of thousands of viewers, bringing good luck to them all!]

[ She really REALLY hopes he does manage to get some people to his channel. She didn't want to see him discouraged if he didn't get lots of viewers. At that thought, she hummed. ]

Well, it is, but it's definitely not easy. You can't just sit back and expect people to subscribe - you have to make things interesting and fun, or entertaining in some way, or if it's something educational or informative, then you have to make sure it's not boring. Viewers are really fickle so it might be hard to grow your channel - or keep them.

[Part of his problem is just giving up too soon, so perhaps he'll have to work at it extra hard to make this attempt work for a change. Though he's not sure how one would go about making sure an educational lesson is entertaining enough to capture viewers' interest. There's a reason he's not a teacher.]

Yeah, there's bound to be a lot of channels vying for people's attention at any given moment. I think I could make the cutting part flashy enough, it's just a matter of keeping it from getting too boring see the same sort of thing over and over again.

[ That's a good question. It was also why Rebecca didn't run an educational channel! ]

Yeah - there are alot of entertainment channels, educational ones don't really get that much attention from a certain crowd. You should probably think on how to make your presentation - you don't necessarily have to stick to one thing. I do a bunch of things for my channel because - like you said, doing the same thing over and over will just stagnate and people will wander to other things.

But I'll help you however I can!

[It's something he'll have to brainstorm over once he's at home and has a notebook in front of him so he can make notes.]

I can imagine that - not everybody is looking to learn things, but everyone wants to be entertained or amused. Hey, that's not a bad idea, I could cute through silly things or stuff that'd be interesting to see an interior view of! What sort of things would you like to see the insides of?

Ohhh, no, I can't visit, I'm .. I'm watching the Rock Papper Scissors Simulator Season Finale. Very Important.

Yeah, exactly. That could work certainly though! Silly things to draw in the attention of others, and something that people don't normally get to see -- ah, the interior view? Uh... hrrm...

I've actually never really thought about it... interior view.. interior view... [ She might need a bit on that one. ]

Misfortune

[Because that's just how things roll for her... orz]

[Wow, talk about a downer.]

Temporary.

[She's sorry! ~~Though most of her 'bad luck' is because she's just very accident-prone...~~]

Hope

[He sort of understands that, though he tends to create his own bad luck.]

Faith.

[Oh? Someone else who often has to deal with bad luck?]

Master

[Because he is one of the people she has complete faith in.]

[He's been trying to become a god of fortune, but it's slow going.]

Caretaker.

[All masters should look after their charges properly. ~~Something he's also still learning.~~]

[A god of fortune! Definitely someone she wants to know! Anything to improve her luck!]

Sister.

[For she was raised by her older sister.]

[He'll do his best to bestow her with luck!]

Family.

[A bit obvious, but for him 'sister' doesn't have the best connotations.]

[Yay~!]

Large.

Shrine!

Home!

[Well, former home as she used to be a shrine sword/miko.]

[Okay, well that's curious enough for him to break the game for a quick question.]

You consider a shrine home?

Mn! I used to live in one.

You were a priestess?

[He's taking a guess here, but it seems like a reasonable assumption.]

Yes, I was! It was a little shrine in the countryside. I'd lived there ever since I was very young, I think.

[It's complicated? She was a holy sword enshrined there, then she just suddenly gained a human form one day and became a shrine priestess. ~~They don't really explain how in canon.~~]

[Having started out as and still continuing as a small-time god, he feels a sort of kinship with those situated at smaller shrines. Certainly he feels they deserve more support than they get.]

It sounds like a nice place to live. Do you still work there now?

Mn! Our shrine was surrounded by lovely fields, so I often helped out with the farm work. I loved helping out with the harvest! [She lived in the Sengoku Era in Mikawa (now known as Aichi) which was famous for its fertile fields ~~which might be why her human form has a busty and full figure~~. Then she shakes her head.] I live in the city now with my master and the other Mitsurugi.

[And there was the time she was discovered and drafted to fight in a war. (She was crafted by one of the Three Great Swordsmiths of Japan, Gou no Yoshihiro, but had somehow become lost and ended up being found in a small shrine in the countryside by Honda Tadamasa, the heir of Honda Tadakatsu who was known as the strongest Sengoku warrior. She was then named 'Kuwana' after the domain Tadamasa inherited and ruled over. The city of Kuwana still exists today.) But Kuwana doesn't like talking about the time she fought during the Sengoku Era. She might be a sword, but she doesn't really like to fight.]

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[Yato nods along, remembering the times he'd spent around those doing farm work. Some of the memories are pleasant, others... not so much.] There's something to be said for the simple life like that.

[It's not one he'd choose, favoring a more modern, fast-paced lifestyle. One that doesn't see so much war in a peaceful place such as Japan.]

Who's your master and the other Mitsurugi? If you don't mind telling me. [He knows full well that some people prefer to keep their alliances secret, both for safety's sake and privacy.]

Scam.

[Yukine!!]

Distrust.

History.

Experience!

Deceit!!

Hurtful!!

Accurate.

( hmph!! )

[Tch... Beaten in a game of one-word replies...!]

Guidepost.

( looking away. . . )

Loyalty.

[Watch out, Yukine, he's coming in for a hug!]

Blessed!

( oh no, you don't! sidestep, sidestep. )

DISRESPECTED!

[Aaaand down he goes with a resounding crash. So cruel!]

Adored!

( don't pick teenagers to be your shinki!

but he pauses, glancing at the crumpled body on the floor. then he nudges him with his foot. )

Compensation.

( how about that salary. )

[Hey now, he saw a spirit in need and took you in!

But that's neither here nor there now, as he slowly gets up into a sitting position.]

...negotiate?

[He's working on it...!]

Acceptable.

( this won't be the end of it, but it is for right now. )

Give me another word. We'll start again.

You drive a hard bargain.

[But one Yato knows he rightly deserves.]

Partners.

Tch.

Fr- Connected.

[Oh~ did he almost get him to start with the g-rated f-word??]

Intrinsically.

( like he has strong positive feelings towards yato? like he's a friend? like he's a weird mix of family and friend? like yukine sliced open the heavens for him? like he cares about him?

no, fuck that guy. he smells. thumbs down! )

Lame.

[If there's something Yukine will always have a way with, it's cutting things down to their proper size, including his master's over-inflated ego. Critical hit!]

Rude!

White.

Life.

Poetry.

Gaaayyyyyy.

(( Joke's on you. Chicks dig a soft and sensitive guy, like a poet. ))

Mature.

[ Joke really is on Jesse, because he is actually extremely sensitive and, deep down, beneath all his bravado and fuckboy bullshit, soft-natured and artistic. But he fronts like an absolute immature tweaker asshole to appear far tougher than he actually is. #toxicmasculinity #junkie #methisahellofadrug ]

Yawn.

(( Perhaps he can be the next poster child for the #dontdodrugs campaign. ))

Tired.

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Sanji | One Piece (live action)

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