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[These are all extremely boring questions, but he can also tell that Dodger's digging.
But he isn't digging about the Eluvio, about Sombra, or his past life.
If there's anything more benign, it's asking what sort of things he likes to watch.
So after what seems like a long enough pause for Dodger to assume Reaper's stopped replying, an answer will finally flash up on his screen.]
But he isn't digging about the Eluvio, about Sombra, or his past life.
If there's anything more benign, it's asking what sort of things he likes to watch.
So after what seems like a long enough pause for Dodger to assume Reaper's stopped replying, an answer will finally flash up on his screen.]
Basketball and Football.He's already done plenty of strange things, so I think that's impossible to avoid, but... I'll be meeting him for a second date at some point in the future. He didn't tell me when, but if I ever text you, how fast do you suppose you could find me? Are you good at that sort of thing? It's important to plan~.
[He doesn't like giving out information about his abilities more than he can help it, but...
On the same thread... It's Eichi. He could be telling worse people.]
On the same thread... It's Eichi. He could be telling worse people.]
I can teleport using shadows. I can move great distances in a short time without being sensed.
If you give me a heads-up of your location beforehand, and then send me a sort of warning signal when there's danger, I can be there in a matter of moments.[Oh, actual information on his mystery fog powers? Eichi is really touched by that, though he won't point it out this time. He doesn't want Reaper to regret it already.]
I won't tell a soul, Reyes-san. Thank you.
To be honest, I don't know what it is that he wanted at all. I learned that he knows where I live and plenty of other personal information, and he barely spoke about you at all, actually. So I wonder why he was propositioning me so insistently?
To be honest, a lot about him bothers me. It's not just for your sake that I'd like to change things about how he acts, you know. I'll be sure to step back and ask for help when the time comes, but I wouldn't be much of an "Emperor" at all if I backed away from every difficult task.
I won't tell a soul, Reyes-san. Thank you.
To be honest, I don't know what it is that he wanted at all. I learned that he knows where I live and plenty of other personal information, and he barely spoke about you at all, actually. So I wonder why he was propositioning me so insistently?
To be honest, a lot about him bothers me. It's not just for your sake that I'd like to change things about how he acts, you know. I'll be sure to step back and ask for help when the time comes, but I wouldn't be much of an "Emperor" at all if I backed away from every difficult task.
[It's only a small part, but it's honestly more than anyone else has gotten out of him in terms of his powers, so...]
[The bit about being an Emperor makes him snort, and shake his head.]
You've already proven yourself the type not to say a word about sensitive information. I can trust you with this much.
Don't know what kind of game he's playing either, but I'm not keen on going along with it. All I can figure is that he knows he pissed me off when he hurt you, so this is his fucked up way of going about apologising for it.
Because fucked up people have a fucked up way of approaching things.[The bit about being an Emperor makes him snort, and shake his head.]
Just don't try to wear a crown too big for your head.
It'll slide over your eyes and someone can get a blade into your heart while you can't see.[He glances at his notes on Reaper. Hah, he totally called it.]
you're in a good mood today, huh?
listen i know i'm the last person you wanna be around but legally i can't leave the communal hall unless you're keeping an eye on me. you wanna hit a bar and see if they got some vaguely recognizable sport up on the screens? no drinking necessary.
you're in a good mood today, huh?
listen i know i'm the last person you wanna be around but legally i can't leave the communal hall unless you're keeping an eye on me. you wanna hit a bar and see if they got some vaguely recognizable sport up on the screens? no drinking necessary.
No matter what size the crown is, it's one I want to be able to carry on my own. With these two weak hands of mine, I'll help hold it in place, and only give my enemies the impression that it's slid down at all. Deception is key in war.
It's true that I have a tendency to get very involved in things that should be beyond my strength, but I'd rather move forward by subtly pressing my limits than to continue to stay stagnant in place like a waste of space. If I ever get involved in too much and die, I'll do so with a smile on my face.
But I intend to live for as long as possible. Perhaps I can even become a "demon" like my grandfather. That's why I'm choosing to tell someone like you. You won't assist me at every step, which would only be irritating and insulting, but if I truly needed the help, I know I can count on you. So thank you for that.
It's true that I have a tendency to get very involved in things that should be beyond my strength, but I'd rather move forward by subtly pressing my limits than to continue to stay stagnant in place like a waste of space. If I ever get involved in too much and die, I'll do so with a smile on my face.
But I intend to live for as long as possible. Perhaps I can even become a "demon" like my grandfather. That's why I'm choosing to tell someone like you. You won't assist me at every step, which would only be irritating and insulting, but if I truly needed the help, I know I can count on you. So thank you for that.
put you next to someone with scars and one eye and they'll probably figure it's not their business.
just running low on booze. figured i could kill two birds with one stone and get some human interaction i actually want to see.
...or should i call it 'monster interaction' with you?
just running low on booze. figured i could kill two birds with one stone and get some human interaction i actually want to see.
...or should i call it 'monster interaction' with you?
[You always get so flowery with your responses. He's not surprised when the poetic answer graces his screen and all he can really do is scoff in response to it... shaking his head.]
If you live long enough to see your 30s, you should really write a book on the subject of motivation and moving forward.
I won't stop you from doing what you want. I'm not your parent, I'm not your boss.
But if you truly want to live longer than people expect you to...
Choose your battles.
That's all I can advise you.[He takes a moment to think about that last bit before answering.]
[He might have more to say on it if he felt chatty, but for now... he doesn't. Sorry, Dodger.]
'Monster' might be close. [He might have more to say on it if he felt chatty, but for now... he doesn't. Sorry, Dodger.]
I'll give you an hour of my time.
No more. No less.
Don't waste it.If you listened more closely to my music, you'd see that I don't need to write a book. I'm already inspiring people in that way.
It's interesting that you'd say that though, Reyes-san. My parents were never something more than the adults responsible for my birth who expect me to fall in their shadows. They never show any love except for the love they hold towards their own sculpted scion... So I never really thought much of the word "parents."
However, getting to know you has me thinking that I understand everyone else who treasures that sort of relationship a lot more. I wonder why? It's a little embarrassing to admit, though.
It's interesting that you'd say that though, Reyes-san. My parents were never something more than the adults responsible for my birth who expect me to fall in their shadows. They never show any love except for the love they hold towards their own sculpted scion... So I never really thought much of the word "parents."
However, getting to know you has me thinking that I understand everyone else who treasures that sort of relationship a lot more. I wonder why? It's a little embarrassing to admit, though.
[Well, he's got a grin on his face. You really shouldn't encourage him, Reaper.]
i'll see you downstairs in two minutes.
[Two minutes in which he'll be very quickly making himself semi-presentable and then running down the stairs full-speed because the elevator is not fast enough and this damn collar won't let him teleport. By the smell of it he's drunk enough that he decidedly does not need this bar run, but... they both know it was an excuse.]
i'll see you downstairs in two minutes.
[Two minutes in which he'll be very quickly making himself semi-presentable and then running down the stairs full-speed because the elevator is not fast enough and this damn collar won't let him teleport. By the smell of it he's drunk enough that he decidedly does not need this bar run, but... they both know it was an excuse.]
[He doesn't have any plans on encouraging him. this is mostly his ulterior motive, after all--half disguised as him throwing the drunk a bone.
He takes his damn time in showing up downstairs, too. 'Two minutes' was far too generous, as Reaper shows up about six minutes later--dressed in a beaten up hoodie and just as unpresentable jeans, that mask still on his face.
He gives Dodger a look that can only be translated as tired from under that mask, and he shakes his head.]
You're like a kid in line waiting to meet Rikimaru in person.
He takes his damn time in showing up downstairs, too. 'Two minutes' was far too generous, as Reaper shows up about six minutes later--dressed in a beaten up hoodie and just as unpresentable jeans, that mask still on his face.
He gives Dodger a look that can only be translated as tired from under that mask, and he shakes his head.]
You're like a kid in line waiting to meet Rikimaru in person.
[Well, he doesn't get the reference, but... he gets the gist. It doesn't take away from the smirk on his face, which has just a hit of mischief in it. He's still catching his breath a bit, but... clearly that's not going to stop him from bouncing slightly on his feet. It's as if all that stress and gloom that's been weighing him down since he got his power suppressor is just... gone.]
Hey, I am spending time with my hero. [He leans against the open front door of the building, fussing with a lighter for his cigarette and... letting out a groan of frustration. He's never had to use these until recently, it seems he's still having trouble with them. He's so far from being able to keep up his cool alley cat aesthetic.]
Hey, I am spending time with my hero. [He leans against the open front door of the building, fussing with a lighter for his cigarette and... letting out a groan of frustration. He's never had to use these until recently, it seems he's still having trouble with them. He's so far from being able to keep up his cool alley cat aesthetic.]
I'm not the type to use a word like that, really. How about Reyes-kun? Is that disrespectful? Fufu.
[Strike one.
He'll be keeping a track of all of those during this short outing, not that Dodger would be privy to when they'd happen. The word Hero makes his teeth set behind the hollows of his mask.]
Keep comments like that to yourself, or I'll drop you off the side of the building.
[With that fancy collar of yours, Dodger, he doesn't expect you can teleport away from a fall like that.
He's slow in his movements in following him, letting his hands idle in the pockets of those battered, black jeans--not once sparing a glance at the other as he walks. A trail of fog lifting off him as he goes, as usual.]
He'll be keeping a track of all of those during this short outing, not that Dodger would be privy to when they'd happen. The word Hero makes his teeth set behind the hollows of his mask.]
Keep comments like that to yourself, or I'll drop you off the side of the building.
[With that fancy collar of yours, Dodger, he doesn't expect you can teleport away from a fall like that.
He's slow in his movements in following him, letting his hands idle in the pockets of those battered, black jeans--not once sparing a glance at the other as he walks. A trail of fog lifting off him as he goes, as usual.]
Yeah, boss.
[This time, he files the comment away and makes a mental note. No hero jokes. That's easy. And once he's got his cigarette lit, he slips into stride beside Reaper.
He ends up falling into a comfortable silence, figuring it's the safest bet for not making Reaper regret this right out of the gate. And anyway, there's nothing in particular he really needs from him... lately he's been getting all the information he needs without much of a struggle, so he's starting to settle down.
But as they're getting to the bar, he glances at him.]
Hey. Can I ask you something?
[This time, he files the comment away and makes a mental note. No hero jokes. That's easy. And once he's got his cigarette lit, he slips into stride beside Reaper.
He ends up falling into a comfortable silence, figuring it's the safest bet for not making Reaper regret this right out of the gate. And anyway, there's nothing in particular he really needs from him... lately he's been getting all the information he needs without much of a struggle, so he's starting to settle down.
But as they're getting to the bar, he glances at him.]
Hey. Can I ask you something?
It's a sign of how close we've become, you know? Because we know so much about one another, and you're someone I would tell more.
[He prefers the silence, honestly. He absolutely hates socializing of all forms, so going anywhere with someone who's overly chatty is just a pain in his ass.
He does't make any attempts to start up a conversation either, walking for once instead of gliding along. He doesn't have an aim in mind--he expects Dodger to lead the way to whatever dive they were headed for.]
No promises you'll like my answer.
[So much for silence.]
He does't make any attempts to start up a conversation either, walking for once instead of gliding along. He doesn't have an aim in mind--he expects Dodger to lead the way to whatever dive they were headed for.]
No promises you'll like my answer.
[So much for silence.]
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