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[swordhardy]

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[swordhardy]

I do

That's why it feels good

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u got other people that trust u, dont u ?

[swordhardy]

Yeah, I suppose I do

But that's not the same

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hows that

[swordhardy]

Fighting together fosters trust

We don't have that, you and I. We had to start from a different point

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[...]

[how starkly different the words Rokurou says contrast the ones a man in his similar position had once told him -- all in the prepositions, "against", "for", "with"]

[and how much more tolerant and soft he finds the daemon's, physically feeling his heart give one hard push towards him and away from a bitter memory]

oh

[swordhardy]

... Something wrong?

[pushpin]

no, i
no
the opposite

[swordhardy]

Oh?

1/2

[pushpin]

ur gonna make me explain ? tch....

i lied 2/3

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i know that we.... aint got so many things in common
& that all a this started bcoz of somebody else & that i dont really know where it came from
or why its here
& i know that u cant always understand me & i cant always understand things about you
but either way

[pushpin]

it makes me feel good
u.... make me feel good
& i dont wanna stop

[swordhardy]

( it's difficult to tell where a lot of this is coming from—as he says, they don't always understand each other. but he's got enough sense to grasp that there's some kind of depth behind this even if he can't touch its roots. at least he understands a reason: that it feels good. an easy thing to associate with because he's recognized as much within himself, muted as his emotions may have become in some ways.

maybe it's only a fraction. maybe the range of emotion he feels in a full day is equivalent to an hour's worth of them for Guanshan, but it doesn't make it untrue. )

Then we won't

I feel the same way

[pushpin]

right

[a barest gnash of a grin, gone as quickly as he runs his hand through his hair, forgets about the magazine resting on a tight chest]

shit
sorry i feel like this is happenin a lot lately

[bursting at the seams]

whatd u do today

[swordhardy]

( doesn't totally know what the beansprout means by 'this' but—hey. if it's a good thing, it's fine, isn't it? )

The usual, more or less. Training in the morning, checked out a few stores after, went up to Fantasia for a bit.

How about you?

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goin stircrazy yet ?

nah just worked
bought this magazine
theres some belly fat burning suggestions in it if u wanna look mr i need to get stronger

[heheheh]

[swordhardy]

Yet? I have been since day one

You think I won't, but I'll look at it. I'll do anything to get stronger

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[well, teasing aside -- ]

i bet theres some monster fighting VR thing
bet u could even adjust the difficulty on it like a video game
that shit was just startin to get popular back home they gotta have it here

shut the hell up u dont need to burn no fat

[swordhardy]

( okay, the most important question— )

What's a video game?

Gotta strike while the iron's hot, beansprout. Do you want me to get fat? It'd be easy, somewhere like this.

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a game u play inside a tv
or anything w/ a picture

the iron was never hot there are no hot irons
ur not gonna get fat i swear to god

[swordhardy]

And that's... a real thing?

Haha, I know. This reminds me! Let's meditate tomorrow morning

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yea ? i played a lot back home
some of em tell big stories & some of em are just to shoot shit & blow stuff up
or puzzles...... all kinds, really

fuck seriously
i was hopin u forgot about that

[swordhardy]

So that's the kind of thing you grew up with, huh? Nothing like that where I'm from

No way. You're not wiggling out on me

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yea
i mean whatd u do besides
learn how to be a rangetsu

[look, he's starting to figure him out]

dammit
FINE ur place or mine

[swordhardy]

Hah. Not much. Not a lot of time for anything more

Neither. The park!