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[rippled]

I FUCKING GUESS

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[blink_gone]

[ wahoo. they can be flopped. ]

I didn't have a choice, Adolphe got turned into a chao and fucking Yves would've poisoned all the customers.

[ so that was their island. but his vibes are not really irritated. ]

You all packed and ready for tomorrow?

[rippled]

Thinking about tomorrow is something for later, I think.

[ they look over at him. ]

What do you do here? You, personally?

[blink_gone]

[ tomorrow is upon them... but he'll glance over at them too. ]

You mean here, at the soundstage? I play music.

[ like it's the most obvious answer in the world. ]

[rippled]

[ they snort. ]

No, I mean Heaven.

[blink_gone]

[ a huff... ]

Just... in general? Still music. I play every instrument I can find, and I compose pretty much all day. [ he's the type to lose all time to his singular passions. he plucks absently at the strings of his guitar next to him, though they don't make a sound. ] Eat, drink, sleep, play games... hang out with friends. Not all of them are in Heaven, but I've met other people too.

[ maybe he's friends with itsuki ]

And I mean, I spent a lot of time just moping when I first got here. [ mourning and healing. ] Why?

[rippled]

Just curious. I did not get a lot of time to spend with you.

[ they died just so immediately after he showed up. ]

So, I want to learn more.

[blink_gone]

Oh yeah, I guess we didn't get much chance to just talk.

[ saber... cute. he looks up at the ceiling in thought. ]

...I've always loved music. I'm good at it, too. [ he is also very confident but mostly at this one thing in particular. it does not help when you have a runaway train or zombies or murder to solve, but it's still a precious skill to him. ] I couldn't always play the way I wanted to back when I was alive. So I make up for all that time now.

[rippled]

I see...

[ they turn onto their side so they can look at him better. ]

Can you play now?

[blink_gone]

You got it.

[ he'll push himself up finally, swinging his guitar into his lap. it's not a long song, so he'll play and sing this for them. ]

[rippled]

[ they clap! ]

You are cute and talented.

[blink_gone]

Do you have to tack on cute!?

[ sets his guitar down again to pinch their cheeks. ]

[rippled]

[ turns their head so they can nibble on his fingers ]

[blink_gone]

[ SLAPPYPAWS ]

Stop putting everything in your mouth!!

[rippled]

You instigate it.

[ grabs him and pulls him back down. ]

[blink_gone]

I don't do shit.

[ he huffs and gets flopped back down. it is STILL AFFECTION WEEK so he'll land a little closer to them. ]

Tell me something about you.

[rippled]

[ they have to think about it... ]

I'm not sure what to share. My entire existence has mostly revolved around fighting.

[blink_gone]

[ hm... ]

What'd you fight for?

[rippled]

My father. He was the emperor, and he wanted to expand his land. That is what I was for.

[blink_gone]

[ getting uspsetting lore at 130am saturday endgame. frowns. ]

I think we should try finding you some hobbies.

[rippled]

[ they glance at their sword

hobby... ]

[blink_gone]

Eating's a hobby, so you've got that.

[ NONSWORD HOBBIES ]

...I respect the passion for swords. I just wish you didn't have to do the fighting parts so much.

[rippled]

Well, it is what I am good at.

[ they are extremely good at it. they brag because they know they are amazing. ]

I am good at petting dogs.

[blink_gone]

[ confidence is sexey good for them

he hmmmms, clearly trying to figure out how to put this. ]

I'm really good at music, but I hated doing it for the fucking vultures that were my audience. I guess it's kind of like that. You're good at fighting, but it'd be better if you did it for yourself.

[ and not their dad or some guy with a sword boner. ]

You should keep petting dogs too.

[rippled]

[ they go quiet for a moment. ]

What was your audience like?

[ he keeps referencing them. ]

[blink_gone]

[ for ease of explanation, here is a memshare, but it's blink gone so you don't have to watch it at 2:30am. it's the same stock of every alien stage round: an audience full of excited segyein, his owner watching from the box seats, death of one kind of another. ]

Just a bunch of people who ate up suffering.