[ he doesn't mind when chuuya moves closer to him; he shuffles some of his papers out of the way so that he doesn't have to sit on top of them. ]
The particulars of bedding my comrade aside... [ he's not gonna let go of that one for a bit, rip ] There's something else he attempted to tell me that I couldn't quite make sense of.
Is there some sort of divine presence aboard this ship?
[ teasing laughter! ... which loses its playfulness as chuuya answers. ]
Izuminokami-san couldn't quite give me a straightforward answer about it. I assumed he meant holy water, but he still seemed to hint at something more... hm. I also assume, even if you did know the answer to that, I would end up just hearing—
[ censored noise. he's tried doing it a couple of times now, it's probably a little more recognizable than his previous attempts... but with a soft laugh and shake of his head, he looks up from the papers to look directly at chuuya. ]
... Say, Chuuya-san. You and the other hosts can grant favors to us by completing tasks for you, no?
God, finally-- it's a pain in the ass that I couldn't just offer you a task to do that.
[he's felt bad about it, okay, he would have healed it by now...]
Ah... hm. We've been big on networking lately, so... sleep with three people you haven't yet? I know, I know, you're injured, but-- just take it a little easy.
[ . . . he looks like he's about to say something, but something causes him to bite his tongue and swallow it back down. the silence lasts only a second, though, because he follows it up with, ]
Ah, I suppose I should ask—am I allowed to tell the three people the purpose of my proposition, or do favors like these fall under the same rules that apply to sharing information about roles?
[ he's just being extra cautious, since... you know... ]
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[he just. clears his throat, shaking his head as if to clear it.]
I don't about 99% of the time.
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[ the joke, which is lost on nikkari, is that chuuya is a rich bitch ]
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[he huffs out a sigh, and then he just. scoots a little closer-- carefully, because he knows nikkari is injured.]
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[ he doesn't mind when chuuya moves closer to him; he shuffles some of his papers out of the way so that he doesn't have to sit on top of them. ]
The particulars of bedding my comrade aside... [ he's not gonna let go of that one for a bit, rip ] There's something else he attempted to tell me that I couldn't quite make sense of.
Is there some sort of divine presence aboard this ship?
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[he makes a face!!
but as for the question-]
If there's a god here it's sure as fuck not listening to anything we have to say, is it?
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Izuminokami-san couldn't quite give me a straightforward answer about it. I assumed he meant holy water, but he still seemed to hint at something more... hm. I also assume, even if you did know the answer to that, I would end up just hearing—
[ censored noise. he's tried doing it a couple of times now, it's probably a little more recognizable than his previous attempts... but with a soft laugh and shake of his head, he looks up from the papers to look directly at chuuya. ]
... Say, Chuuya-san. You and the other hosts can grant favors to us by completing tasks for you, no?
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[...but he perks up when nikkari asks that question, giving him a relieved little smile.]
We sure can. I'm pretty sure I know what you want, but-- go ahead and lay it on me, just to be sure I can say what I want to.
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[he's felt bad about it, okay, he would have healed it by now...]
Ah... hm. We've been big on networking lately, so... sleep with three people you haven't yet? I know, I know, you're injured, but-- just take it a little easy.
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. . .
My. Have I slept around that much...
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Well. If you won't tell me who exactly... can you at least tell me whether it's been more or less than me?
[ NIKKARI? ]
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[NIKKARI PLEASE]
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I don't know, too many?
Out of your specific peers, all but one.
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Ah—I meant of everyone on the ship. Though that's on me for not being specific, haha...
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[ he holds up his clamshell, still open to thottlr ]
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[he skims through thottlr, humming to himself, before-]
At least ten or so?
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[ well now he's just sitting here on the bed like "wow i really am that slutty huh" ]
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Ah, I suppose I should ask—am I allowed to tell the three people the purpose of my proposition, or do favors like these fall under the same rules that apply to sharing information about roles?
[ he's just being extra cautious, since... you know... ]
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[...but, hm. about that first reaction.]
...you okay? If it's hurting you too much, the clinic might have painkillers left.
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