Expounding upon your so-called cuter features while also being proud of looking half-charbroiled is certainly an interesting choice.
I wonder, though. A cuter face? I don't know about that.
I will give you the laugh, on account of nothing to compare. [These catboys are so grumpy...] However, I would like to question having "snagged" anything.
More the former, but the latter didn't hurt. The natural magic in this place is a little stronger than I expected.
I know a man like you back home. He gave an opening when he should not have, and now his left arm is the host of an ayakashi. Fearing the influence of others, he locked himself away in the mountains, no longer able to accept or combat the weakness in his heart that twisted him into what he is now.
Well, Rangetsu-san, I have no interest in petting your very human ears. But if you are feeling lonely, I have told you before that I will never leave one of my brethren in need.
You are a human, Rangetsu Rokurou. You were born human, raised as a human, have a human's perspective of the world. You have barely lived enough years to understand what it is to live, much less to forget what it is to die.
You understand the joy of birth and the terror of death. You understand the weight of taking a life, and you understand how quickly life can slip through your fingers.
Humans understand that: life is beautiful because it is ephemeral. That is something a spirit- a being who has come into the world as a reflection of human existence, or as a byproduct of nature, who was not born and only fades away- could never understand. Ayakashi and humans can never understand one another. We are contrary existences. And that is why you will never be one of them.
Not for at least a few centuries, anyway. But that won't be my problem.
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Hmm. Cuter face, cuter smile, cuter laugh… I’m a delight. You’re pretty lucky to have snagged me.
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I wonder, though. A cuter face? I don't know about that.
I will give you the laugh, on account of nothing to compare. [These catboys are so grumpy...] However, I would like to question having "snagged" anything.
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Ah, you’re right. I’m generous toward you sometimes. I’m surprised you’re so honest.
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Of course. You're so eager to assign yourself. Are you that hungry to be my little doggy again?
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[Actually, embarrassing admission all around, but let's focus on that part.]
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matoba has sent you an attachment "idiot.jpg"
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You must have noticed it as well. It seems like we’re drawn to each other, for better or worse.
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Yes. I supposed it was the resort's meddling.
But I think you know why.
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I know a man like you back home. He gave an opening when he should not have, and now his left arm is the host of an ayakashi. Fearing the influence of others, he locked himself away in the mountains, no longer able to accept or combat the weakness in his heart that twisted him into what he is now.
Will you end up that way too, Rokurou Rangetsu?
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An exorcist shouldn’t worry about a daemon’s heart. There’s no reason to.
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What does that mean for you, I wonder?
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Well, Rangetsu-san, I have no interest in petting your very human ears. But if you are feeling lonely, I have told you before that I will never leave one of my brethren in need.
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You understand the joy of birth and the terror of death. You understand the weight of taking a life, and you understand how quickly life can slip through your fingers.
Humans understand that: life is beautiful because it is ephemeral. That is something a spirit- a being who has come into the world as a reflection of human existence, or as a byproduct of nature, who was not born and only fades away- could never understand. Ayakashi and humans can never understand one another. We are contrary existences. And that is why you will never be one of them.
Not for at least a few centuries, anyway. But that won't be my problem.
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You’re pretty soft-hearted, huh?
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