It's another way to express yourself, isn't it? Much like your bold and threatening font that sends chills down my spine. I was almost expecting something like "XxheartlessxX" or "grave mistake" or something along those lines. But I suppose in this way it was simply a dead giveaway!
But enough of my jokes. I do want to have tea with you, of course. Would you prefer the atrium or one of our rooms?
Chills down your spine? You could almost say I killed it, username issues aside.
Anyway.
I guess I could fit you into my schedule. [It's a great excuse to get away from his quarters and AVOID Suigetsu banging on his door for the third time today.] My quarters are a mess of growbeds and soil. Might be a better idea to go somewhere else. Even if the atrium is out in the open.
[WAS THAT HUMOR... Oh boy, he enjoys the puns, does he? That's so good to know.]
You should be careful with such ability or we'll be forced to run an orbituary on the ship. ♪
[Get it, because space??? Hahaha, anyway—]
If you'd like, there are some areas in the atrium tucked away in flowers and plants that I quite enjoy myself. But either way, I can meet you there with some tea and cups. It's the closest place I can feel to having "fresh air" outside of that busy planet.
[Hold fast, don't be aggressive with your humor, Reaper. If anyone catches on that he actually loves dark humor and death-related jokes people won't take him seriously. He scoffs out a small laugh, rolling his eyes once as he replies to Eichi.]
Don't go out of your way to make anything overly fancy. It's just a drink.
Given that you're not letting me say no to this [Yeah he fuckin noticed that you didn't give him a No option] When do you want to meet up.
Seeing you call tea "just a drink" makes me want to prove you wrong. Don't worry, the tea I make won't take long at all. So, let's meet as soon as possible. I'm tired of sitting in this boring room.
[His cough is coming back after all of his moving around, and especially after that envy district where he pushed himself too hard, but he's already tired of resting.]
[He doesn't want to be that guy who has to take back what he said just because someone went all out to prove a point. He's too old and set in his ways for that kind of shit.
Either way, he's not going to do something like dress up or bring anything to offer in exchange for this little 'tea time' (how rude)--and when he idles in the atrium, keeping an eye out for the 'Idol', he certainly doesn't look as approachable as he had on the planet below.
A long black coat with a rough, hooded sweater underneath--and a sickly, pale skull-like mask over his face.]
[He may not spot Eichi at first, but it should become apparent where he is from the sound of his coughs. They're not super frequent, but they're enough to be noticeable, and coming from an area around some of the larger plants. It looks like he's found the perfect spot sort of squared away surrounded by flowers and plants, with his tea all set up for them.
His head finally pokes over some of the plants as he gets on his tip-toes, and then he raises a hand to Reaper. He may look very different, but that edgy vibe is unmistakable.]
There you are, Reaper. That's a cool mask you have there. Is that your type of style? [A cool mask...........] I have the tea set up over here, so come around.
[Honestly, he takes a moment to stare. Eichi might not see it from under his mask, but the unimpressed expression of why is written all over it as he takes in the image of a little... fucking tea party settled among the trees and flowers. The idol sitting on one side of his little set-up with a cheerful look on his face.
It looked like a bad scene from one of those video games he's seen Sombra play. What were they called? He forgets. But either way, he immediately feels intensely out of place for what's going on.
Prepare to have your hands full, Eichi.]
Recognised me with it. Either you're clever, or you just remembered the icon on the message boards. [Because it did look just like his mask, after all. He shifts, hands moving to settle in the pocket of his hooded sweater.]
I told you not to go out of your way. [And he'll take a heavy seat anyway, a hiss of black fog escaping from under his mask.]
[Eichi simply chuckles, not revealing his method for recognizing Reaper as he already leans forward to pour him a fresh cup of tea. There's a little cup for sugar cubes and one for cream, as well, if he's into either with his tea.]
Help yourself. ♪ The truth is that I come here every day like this, as long as my health is fine. Whether or not I have company, I bring the tea set I purchased on board. Though if you'd like, today you can consider yourself a special guest.
1/3 this is going to be painful for eichi to watch and im sorry
I'm fine with being a regular guest, thank you. [Amazing how someone can take such a kind comment and just respond with disrespect. He takes a moment to look over the tea set, plucking up the cup of tea without bothering to put milk into it--though taking a moment to drop two of the sugar cubes into it, almost awkwardly. As if he's trying to not touch any of the other cubes with fingers that look pallid and sickly, today--little glowing red veins just under the surface of the skin on his knuckles.]
We're out in space now. Technology out here is a mixed bag. Have you looked into finding a way to make your sickness better. [Because while he isn't interested in letting doctors pick at him and his own sickness, he doesn't see why someone with a 'weak heart' can't get something done.]
[Hold on, Eichi has to just stop from raising his own teacup up and stare over at Reaper. First of all, he came with his own straw prepared just like that? Second of all... what the fuck?]
Though you asked something very serious just now, I'm afraid I can't answer until I've found out why you carry a straw in your pocket like that. That's not an elegant look at all.
[He should have known the Idol was going to say something. His first answer isn't a subtle one, he's going to just outright stare at Eichi with a ... ....look he isn't going to see. Right. Mask.]
Because when you have a face like mine, you'll find that doing things like drinking is a chore unless you carry around a straw.
I don't have any need to be elegant. I'm not an actor or something.
It's not just actors who should appear with some amount of grace, you know? I thought that all adults understood this, but you're as surprising as ever.
[It's amusing, in a weird way. Eichi chuckles into another couple of coughs, raising his hand to cover his mouth.]
I've looked into health care here even if I hate doctors and the medbay, and it seems there's not much they can improve on. Even high tech procedures must either be a risk to my weak body or unavailable here. All I can do is continue with my medication and try not to overexert myself.
You lose a lot of grace when you die. Keep that in mind and you'll find it in your weak heart to overlook it this time.
[His tone is so unbelievably flat, it's hard to tell if this is some attempt at humor or honesty. He's trying, that much is for sure--as he actually appears to be drinking the fucking tea through the straw, as the level of the sweet fluid's nearing the bottom of the ... cute... little teacup...]
...
If all else fails, you could always get cybernetic enhancements and become half-cyborg and live longer past your life expectancy. Knew a kid who did this.
Fufu... [He coughs again, this time pausing from it to drink some tea in hopes that it helps.] I'm actually really envious of your confidence. Maybe I'll try to drink tea through a straw, as well.
[Will it boost his mood? Will he become cooler? He's going to try it, maybe. Setting his cup down and moving to reach for the teapot, he offers it to Reaper. More cute tea??]
You're so mysterious that I can't tell if that's a serious suggestion or not. I'm afraid that there are already so many people who are afraid of me as it is, so if I were to become a cyborg, it would be even more difficult to speak to others. How lonely that would be...
And I wouldn't want to live if anything affected my life as an idol. It's a complicated thing, but don't worry; I've already become used to this fleeting life of mine.
Confidence is a fancy word for it. I'd liken it more to not caring about the opinions of other people. There's a word for that, isn't there.
[He takes a minute to stare down at the others' offer of the teapot... before holding the cup out a little awkwardly. The straw still... sitting in it, so stupidly.]
Insouciant. That's the word. I'm insouciant.
[He'll take that cup back, thank you. Idling a moment to try to pick up another sugar cube without disturbing the others with his corpsefingers.]
...It was mostly a joke. Don't expect anyone to actually walk into a clinic and get made into a fancy cyborg just for a laugh. Maybe if you were desperate to live and were okay with the world treating you funny for being half omnic.
[Suggesting that, honestly, the aforementioned 'kid' wasn't exactly well-accepted for having a cyborg body.]
You're attached to your job. Even though that line of work doesn't last a lifetime. Not from what I've seen.
Isn't insouciant an even more "fancy" word for it? Fufu, you're a strange person, to prefer to leave it without any benefit.
[Eichi likes it. He watches as Reaper carefully takes the sugar cube. What a proper tea party this is, even with a straw.]
I am very attached to becoming the "idol" of my dreams. It's not just a career, but my life. Before I knew what an idol was, I had no meaning to my short, fleeting life. I acted out and pulled silly pranks for attention.
But there was one idol who inspired me. Watching him gracefully on stage, moving an entire audience... My heart seemed to stop beating in the most pleasant way, and I wanted to become just like him. No, better than him.
I want to move the hearts of those around me and touch lives with my own short one. That is my ephemeral dream.
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But enough of my jokes. I do want to have tea with you, of course. Would you prefer the atrium or one of our rooms?
[No isn't an option??]
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Also Eichi is the first one to comment on his font and it actually gives him a small sense of smugness.]
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Chills down your spine? You could almost say I killed it, username issues aside.
[It's a great excuse to get away from his quarters and AVOID Suigetsu banging on his door for the third time today.]Anyway.
I guess I could fit you into my schedule.
My quarters are a mess of growbeds and soil. Might be a better idea to go somewhere else. Even if the atrium is out in the open.no subject
You should be careful with such ability or we'll be forced to run an orbituary on the ship. ♪
[Get it, because space??? Hahaha, anyway—]
If you'd like, there are some areas in the atrium tucked away in flowers and plants that I quite enjoy myself. But either way, I can meet you there with some tea and cups. It's the closest place I can feel to having "fresh air" outside of that busy planet.
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Don't go out of your way to make anything overly fancy. It's just a drink.
[Yeah he fuckin noticed that you didn't give him a No option] When do you want to meet up.Given that you're not letting me say no to this
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[His cough is coming back after all of his moving around, and especially after that envy district where he pushed himself too hard, but he's already tired of resting.]
text > action?
Don't go out of your way.[He doesn't want to be that guy who has to take back what he said just because someone went all out to prove a point. He's too old and set in his ways for that kind of shit.
Either way, he's not going to do something like dress up or bring anything to offer in exchange for this little 'tea time' (how rude)--and when he idles in the atrium, keeping an eye out for the 'Idol', he certainly doesn't look as approachable as he had on the planet below.
A long black coat with a rough, hooded sweater underneath--and a sickly, pale skull-like mask over his face.]
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His head finally pokes over some of the plants as he gets on his tip-toes, and then he raises a hand to Reaper. He may look very different, but that edgy vibe is unmistakable.]
There you are, Reaper. That's a cool mask you have there. Is that your type of style? [A cool mask...........] I have the tea set up over here, so come around.
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It looked like a bad scene from one of those video games he's seen Sombra play. What were they called? He forgets. But either way, he immediately feels intensely out of place for what's going on.
Prepare to have your hands full, Eichi.]
Recognised me with it. Either you're clever, or you just remembered the icon on the message boards. [Because it did look just like his mask, after all. He shifts, hands moving to settle in the pocket of his hooded sweater.]
I told you not to go out of your way. [And he'll take a heavy seat anyway, a hiss of black fog escaping from under his mask.]
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Help yourself. ♪ The truth is that I come here every day like this, as long as my health is fine. Whether or not I have company, I bring the tea set I purchased on board. Though if you'd like, today you can consider yourself a special guest.
1/3 this is going to be painful for eichi to watch and im sorry
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....[And then he pulls a straw from his pocket, and sticks it into the teacup, pushing the straw just under the lip of his mask.]
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[Hold on, Eichi has to just stop from raising his own teacup up and stare over at Reaper. First of all, he came with his own straw prepared just like that? Second of all... what the fuck?]
Though you asked something very serious just now, I'm afraid I can't answer until I've found out why you carry a straw in your pocket like that. That's not an elegant look at all.
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[He should have known the Idol was going to say something. His first answer isn't a subtle one, he's going to just outright stare at Eichi with a ... ....look he isn't going to see. Right. Mask.]
Because when you have a face like mine, you'll find that doing things like drinking is a chore unless you carry around a straw.
I don't have any need to be elegant. I'm not an actor or something.
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[It's amusing, in a weird way. Eichi chuckles into another couple of coughs, raising his hand to cover his mouth.]
I've looked into health care here even if I hate doctors and the medbay, and it seems there's not much they can improve on. Even high tech procedures must either be a risk to my weak body or unavailable here. All I can do is continue with my medication and try not to overexert myself.
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[His tone is so unbelievably flat, it's hard to tell if this is some attempt at humor or honesty. He's trying, that much is for sure--as he actually appears to be drinking the fucking tea through the straw, as the level of the sweet fluid's nearing the bottom of the ... cute... little teacup...]
...
If all else fails, you could always get cybernetic enhancements and become half-cyborg and live longer past your life expectancy. Knew a kid who did this.
[Again. Is this even a joke?]
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[Will it boost his mood? Will he become cooler? He's going to try it, maybe. Setting his cup down and moving to reach for the teapot, he offers it to Reaper. More cute tea??]
You're so mysterious that I can't tell if that's a serious suggestion or not. I'm afraid that there are already so many people who are afraid of me as it is, so if I were to become a cyborg, it would be even more difficult to speak to others. How lonely that would be...
And I wouldn't want to live if anything affected my life as an idol. It's a complicated thing, but don't worry; I've already become used to this fleeting life of mine.
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[He takes a minute to stare down at the others' offer of the teapot... before holding the cup out a little awkwardly. The straw still... sitting in it, so stupidly.]
Insouciant. That's the word. I'm insouciant.
[He'll take that cup back, thank you. Idling a moment to try to pick up another sugar cube without disturbing the others with his corpsefingers.]
...It was mostly a joke. Don't expect anyone to actually walk into a clinic and get made into a fancy cyborg just for a laugh. Maybe if you were desperate to live and were okay with the world treating you funny for being half omnic.
[Suggesting that, honestly, the aforementioned 'kid' wasn't exactly well-accepted for having a cyborg body.]
You're attached to your job. Even though that line of work doesn't last a lifetime. Not from what I've seen.
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[Eichi likes it. He watches as Reaper carefully takes the sugar cube. What a proper tea party this is, even with a straw.]
I am very attached to becoming the "idol" of my dreams. It's not just a career, but my life. Before I knew what an idol was, I had no meaning to my short, fleeting life. I acted out and pulled silly pranks for attention.
But there was one idol who inspired me. Watching him gracefully on stage, moving an entire audience... My heart seemed to stop beating in the most pleasant way, and I wanted to become just like him. No, better than him.
I want to move the hearts of those around me and touch lives with my own short one. That is my ephemeral dream.