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[antwort]

[ Do you hear that Luceti? ]

A-AAAAAH!

[ That's the sound of your peaceful evening being interrupted by a yowling new feather. And a lot of splashing. ]

I don't want to die! [ The book slaps down wetly against the rim of the fountain. Anyone lucky enough to be in the square is greeted the the sight of a red-eyed, sopping wet new feather trying to scramble out of it, brightly colored wings flapping uselessly behind him. He's not having much luck of it. ]

W... where am I?! Konatsu? Lt. Hyuuga? [ A beat, and then a slightly higher pitched, more distressed. ] Teito? This isn't funny! I-it's a really bad joke! This is too far, even for someone like you!

[ And then the panic dies down a little, replaced instead with a terribly confused silence. Any who were fortunate enough to witness it are greeted with a baffled stare, his eyes moving slowly to the wings. ] Where... Is this...?

Comments

this was in the director's cut

[generalflirt]

Hey. [ It is weird. He's not sure if it's that he's older, or that so much time has passed (or both, actually, the two are connected) but Shuri somehow seems so much lesser than he recalls. And he didn't even necessarily think he was great then. Maybe it's just because he's hungover. But... ]

You really aren't looking hot.

extended edition, now seven more hours of tag time

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Mm...

[ He hesitates, rubbing at his face a little more with the towel because he would really rather not start crying or making a show out of himself. Not until he's figured all of this out. ]

My father just died, [ which seems to be a little too personal for a stranger and starts off a little too meekly, but everyone knows and it's not as if he's ever been particularly good at minding his tongue or keeping a stiff upper lip when times get tough, he slings the towel over and spreads his arms and you can practically see the sparkles as he regains his footing. ] and I was just kidnapped from courting the Princess and becoming King! How else should I look?

good lord, this is some Peter Jackson shit then

[generalflirt]

[ His dad died? ... That is really heavy, yeah. The whole princess thing is sort of an afterthought (though is it a reminder as to what sort of world that Shuri comes from, in both the literal and the figurative sense) as he frowns a little. He considers how sympathetic he really should be to that - well no, but how much sympathy he ought to show in an overt display. ]

Nothing else, that's harsh. C'mon, I got aspirin and a shower.

[ With a motion to follow him, first to the Convenience Store, and then back to his apartment, he'd decided ]

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[ There are so many ways this could go wrong. And, again, that little voice in the back of his heads warns him as such. But if nothing else, Shuri figures he has zaiphon at the ready.

The fact taht he'd probably freeze up and not use it is totally ignored.

So, okay. He's following, keeping his arms folded over his chest, staring at the back of Masaomi's head intently. Like... he's trying to remember something. ]

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[ TO THE CONVENIENCE STORE. They come in (light jangle) and he motions for Shuri to sit down wherever it seems best for him to go and sit. He'll go and find some aspirin. He doesn't actually talk about it ]

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[ And so he does. First he pats his pockets down for money, though, since it seems like being in a store like this one should probably buy something - if only for appearances. ]

Oh, but.. [ But there's no money here. Right. He pauses, glancing down, then over at the displays, before finally taking a seat furthest from the window. One hand rubs at his temples. ]

[generalflirt]

Yeah, don't worry about it.

[ He says this while two isles over and crouching down to get aspirin. Specifically, just rather weak stuff because he's not 100% sure how aspirin mixes with alcohol in one's system. He's pretty sure there's no problem, but... yeah He assumes that Shuri was going to ask about either money or him doing this, so. ]

You got any tried and true hangover methods?

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I've heard that water and bread is a good cure, but... [ Honestly, who knows? He'd heard it from Konatsu, but at the time Konatsu had been yelling as loudly as possible while banging both of his hands on the desk to teach Hyuuga a lesson in responsibility.

Or something like that. He rubs the back of his neck.

There's an awkward pause, Shuri clears his throat and debates how to word something more heavily on his mind. An Oak should always be good at remembering faces and people, you never knew when that would come in handy, and he's never been great at it unless they've been at least a little important.

So... ] Did your... hair used to be a different color?

[generalflirt]

[ Masaomi pauses, as he is getting his hands on the tylenol. He puts three of them into his hand, but then pockets the rest of the package. He goes to get some random bottled water from the wall, after allowing himself a moment to freeze in clarity. Oh.

So he might remember more after all? Or it's coincidence. ]

Yeah, I used to dye it blonde.

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I see.. [ His brow furrows. There was definitely something else. He doesn't know, something important?

This headache isn't really making thinking terribly easy. ]

[generalflirt]

If you actually do remember me, it's possible I was a tiny bit shorter too... maybe a bit less muscle definition, but if you say that I'm just being arrogant.

[ He prattles on about this, making his way back to Shuri to crouch down in front of him and open one hand with the three pills in it while the other offers the waterbottle ]

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Mm, well... [ A half-hearted shrug. He eyes the pills a little doubtfully, but true to idiot son form, doesn't really think too hard on it and downs them. ]

None of it feels real.

[generalflirt]

[ Right. It's just tylenol though so he should be fine probably ]

So, bread and water, right?

[antwort]

Right. [ Maybe the people of the 07GHOST world all have horrible tylonel allergies!! Who knows. But he's gonna drink that water extra fast too. ]

[generalflirt]

[ We'll cross that bridge when we come to it ]

White bread, wheat, maybe a bagel? I think we have bagels leftover.

[antwort]

[ Or hide a body under it. ]

A bagel with cream cheese.

[generalflirt]

This ain't no bakery, son.

[ BUT FINE. ]

[antwort]

[ BRIGHTENING UP IMMEDIATELY. ]

[generalflirt]

[ LOSER....
LOOOOOOOSSSSERRRRRRR

But okay they have cream cheese and cheap bagels after all so he'll just spread it out for him whatever ]

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[ He's eating a bagel shirtless in public while still sort of damp and these are poor people bagels, don't judge him. ]

Mmm. These aren't very good, but it's suitable. [ Look he's feeling better already. ]

[generalflirt]

Man, you get what you get. [ Remember that his dad died.... .. Man why is he remembering that, that's such a bummer. Should he leave to get him a shirt? No, he shouldn't leave the guy. Let's just lean up against the wall, crossing his arms and sighing ]

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I can't really expect anything better from a place like this. [ What he wouldn't do for some healing zaiphon... That's how that works, isn't it? Well, whatever, he doesn't have it so he'll have to deal for however long it takes for this to go away.

But that brings him around to another thought. ] How long have you been here?

[generalflirt]

[ He begins to tap his foot a bit here. ]

Almost four years, now.

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Four years?! [ Barely avoiding coughing up that mouth full of water he just drank. ]

[generalflirt]

Yes four years?! What's so shocking?!

[ Okay no it is sort of shocking ]