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[namuthing]

Make pretty later maybe? Probably not

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[namuthing]

You really think an adult is going to give a kid liquor??

[Meanwhile Luca, giving cider and wine to anyone over 15.]

It's not... cutting for me. So I don't think paper would work as well, y'know? I have to do it outside, so it would probably just blow away.

[infinitemist]

You don't need liquor. You need the bottle. You'd just be repurposing what they aren't going to use.

[ He hums at the note about the paper. He guesses with demons mostly off the table, Genya would stop using his sword as much, huh. ]

You could potentially make a few targets out of wood... those would be more durable than glass.

[namuthing]

True, but I didn't think the guy would believe it. If I were a bartender and a kid came sniffing around for even bottles, I'd be suspicious.

[With how pathetic he feels using the sword, especially with so many accomplished people in close proximity, there's no way he's been comfortable using it in the open. There's a reason he typically practices at night, after all.]

Guess I could. Could also grab one from the dojo, if I didn't think I would get my ass handed to me.

[infinitemist]

I think you're overcomplicating this...

[ He's pretty sure given the whole evil forest entity no one would mind providing targets. ]

If you told them what you want the bottles for I'm sure they'd believe you. Why would you get your ass handed to you?

[namuthing]

I meant if I took one of the training dummies. Think the demon and Rengoku would be pissed if I shot one up, y'know.

[Just ignoring the bottle conversation now. He's embarrassed...]

[infinitemist]

Possibly. Those certainly weren't designed for bullets. They may have a good idea for what could be used as an alternative, though.

[ Personally he thinks a painted wooden target would probably be easiest, but genya will be genya. ]

[namuthing]

[Genya promptly wrinkles his nose.]

So what? You mean I have to go and grovel and ask for permission?

[infinitemist]

Groveling and asking a yes or no question are two very different things.

[ you're so nice how do you not understand this ]

[namuthing]

... Are they?

[He's not nice!!!!


... he is so nice...]

[infinitemist]

Grovelling implies a lack of dignity such as getting on your knees and begging. Just asking a question is not grovelling.

[ he gives Genya a gentle nudge ]

Besides, Rengoku was one of your superiors. He cares about you being safe enough to work with you.

[namuthing]

I mean, I guess, but...

[He doesn't have any real reason to protest the idea. He's just... intimidated.]

I'll talk to him. Later, I mean.

[Friend time is now...]

Are you feeling any better?

[infinitemist]

A bit yes. I think it's just eased because I'm not moving around now.

[ For Genya's sake he hopes it heals soon so he can stop fretting so much over him ]

... can I talk to you about... what the fake of my brother said?

[ He's hesitant. He doesn't want Genya to think lesser of him for being upset over something obviously fake, but... by the same token it still hurt. ]

[namuthing]

That's... That's good.

[His shoulders do release some of the tension held there. He's still a little stiff and rigid but... that's pretty normal for him at this point.

Of course, he does perk right back, on high alert immediately the second Muichiro asks something of him.]

Y-yeah, of course. I'm here to listen.

[He doesn't know if he can help but... He sure will try.]

[infinitemist]

"You couldn't even live right. What was the point in dying for you, then?"

[ even just repeating it stings. He looks down at his lap, gripping the blanket. ]

That's what he said.

I know better, but I've worried sometimes if my brother doesn't regret saving me.

[namuthing]

They really go for the throat here, huh?

[He rolls his eyes, but the volatility isn't directed at Muichiro. If anything, he's just irritated on his behalf.]

Take it from a brother myself. I'd do anything to save Sanemi. And even if it was the stupidest thing in the world, I wouldn't hold it against him.

You don't do that to family.

[infinitemist]

I guess near the end I was just used to hearing hurtful things like that. He's really not a bad person, but he was very sharp with his words when he believed something.

[ Something he's sure Genya of all people can understand. ]

The words weren't half as bad as him walking away after.

[namuthing]

Trust me. I get it.

[Not just from Sanemi, either. Genya knows he acts the same at times.]

Look, take it from the guy who screwed up and went and released all the spirits around here last month. [He huffs. Don't ask.] The real ones? They care. They're keepin' an eye out on us, and they want us to be okay.

Hell, even Death seems to care, too. Weird as it is.

[After shaking his head, Genya reaches out and places a hand on Muichiro's shoulder.]

That fucker in the forest doesn't know the first thing about the people here. Whatever you saw was just a stupid ass illusion. No one here, at least, is gonna walk away from you.

[infinitemist]

[ You can't say something like that and expect him to not ask...... good thing Genya already admitted to doing that before. ]

Death too..?

[ He's not entirely sure what he means by that, but he assumes its a similar situation to the forest wanting them dead.

He sighs softly, raising a hand to rest over Genya's. ]

I'll try to remember that.

[namuthing]

Yeah. They're not that bad, really. You'd think she'd be all scary and stuff but... she was pretty nice to me. Forgiving, for me screwing everything up.

[Genya is pretty steadfast in the beliefs that Himejima has instilled in him, but he can feel himself opening up to whatever pantheon is going on here. Or at least, to one member of that group.

Anyway... He finds himself huffing at Muichiro's response.]

Nuh uh. That's not enough. You gotta promise. Otherwise I'll have to kick your ass.