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Oh! I’m doing that too.
Kiryu Kazuma.
…I’m not sure how to send pictures on this.
Kiryu Kazuma.
…I’m not sure how to send pictures on this.
[ Oh. Yeah, that is an option, isn’t it? Well, he’s not really the best with tech.
His own voice is accented, soft and steady.
Now that he sees him, he thinks he recognizes him from the competitions. That’s comforting.]
No. But I don’t mind. It’s not the kind of choice that bothers me.
His own voice is accented, soft and steady.
Now that he sees him, he thinks he recognizes him from the competitions. That’s comforting.]
No. But I don’t mind. It’s not the kind of choice that bothers me.
Of choices?
I think so.
[ Your mileage might vary, but- ]
…at least this didn’t involve being drugged.
I think so.
[ Your mileage might vary, but- ]
…at least this didn’t involve being drugged.
I’ve never used a bow. Lots of guns but never a bow.
[ Also a cannon but that was 1. Years ago and 2. During a very odd time in his life. He doesn’t even remember where he got it from.
Wait, wasn’t it a Chinese restaurant? Yeah, now that he thinks about it…
Anyway. ]
Is it hard?
[ Also a cannon but that was 1. Years ago and 2. During a very odd time in his life. He doesn’t even remember where he got it from.
Wait, wasn’t it a Chinese restaurant? Yeah, now that he thinks about it…
Anyway. ]
Is it hard?
Good news and bad news. I have your firearm. It's pink leopard print.
Yes, and I'm making an educated guess on color.
I haven't tested it, but it should be reliable enough.
I don't use guns; the nearest thing to one I have is in my face, and a rage won't cut it for that.
Best I can do for place worth testing is the beach and firing into the ocean. There's probably somewhere else, but I don't know where.
If you just mean handoff, I'm in 1a in the up. You can come here or meet me at the gym again.
Best I can do for place worth testing is the beach and firing into the ocean. There's probably somewhere else, but I don't know where.
If you just mean handoff, I'm in 1a in the up. You can come here or meet me at the gym again.
It's fine. Door's unlocked, don't mind the unicorn mural on the living room wall.
He does. It takes a while, he gets harassed briefly at the checkpoint mostly because he doesn't like to answer rude questions, but he does turn up.
He also knocks, and makes sure to wipe his feet before he does anything like stepping into a personal space.
"Hello?" he calls. He doesn't mind the unicorn mural. He probably likes it.
He also knocks, and makes sure to wipe his feet before he does anything like stepping into a personal space.
"Hello?" he calls. He doesn't mind the unicorn mural. He probably likes it.
It's a unicorn vomiting a rainbow, because his submissive is Deadpool and that's just part of the territory (Scott all but dared him to do it, but he'll never admit it).
He pulls the door open at the knock and gives K a slight nod. "Gun's in the kitchen. Do you want coffee?"
He pulls the door open at the knock and gives K a slight nod. "Gun's in the kitchen. Do you want coffee?"
He does like the mural. He doesn't understand it, but he doesn't have to.
K already liked coffee in Los Angeles; here, it tastes significantly better than anything he had back home, so he's quick to nod.
"Please." He steps politely inside, offers as politely, "Thank you. I appreciate this, especially for a stranger."
K already liked coffee in Los Angeles; here, it tastes significantly better than anything he had back home, so he's quick to nod.
"Please." He steps politely inside, offers as politely, "Thank you. I appreciate this, especially for a stranger."
He pours a second cup of coffee and holds it out, handle free for K to take more easily. "Cream's in the fridge, sugar's on the counter if you want either." He's drinking his black, but leaves it sitting on the counter since he's going to need to go get the gun.
That thanks gets a faint smile out of him. "I'll either have done something good and feel good about that or made a terrible mistake and have an excuse to wallow in guilt for a while. I think it'll be okay, though."
That thanks gets a faint smile out of him. "I'll either have done something good and feel good about that or made a terrible mistake and have an excuse to wallow in guilt for a while. I think it'll be okay, though."
K used to take his black, too, because any additives he could afford or were available to him otherwise only made the taste worse. Here, though, he's quick to add a few spoonfuls of sugar, and he smiles at the response.
"I'll do my best not to make you regret it. I don't actually want to be any trouble."
"I'll do my best not to make you regret it. I don't actually want to be any trouble."
"I didn't think you did." That's said easily enough. "How's your hand?"
He holds his hand up to show him - the bandage is gone, the edges are closed, just a healing pink scar.
"All I have to do is keep it that way." Harder to accomplish than one might think for someone who genuinely doesn't like to get into fights. "How'd the games go for you?"
"All I have to do is keep it that way." Harder to accomplish than one might think for someone who genuinely doesn't like to get into fights. "How'd the games go for you?"
He should get up and go get that gun, but he's enjoying the conversation and company more than he expected, so.
"I didn't actually get recruited. I spent most of my time camping, and looking around the location. It wasn't terrible. You?"
"I didn't actually get recruited. I spent most of my time camping, and looking around the location. It wasn't terrible. You?"
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