Genuinely couldn't say. Thirteen-year-old John was a whimsical fuck. [ he hasn't gotten...less so, but dave can usually figure out what he's doing kind of. ] Apparently battling imps with shaving cream while riding a pogo thing, but like. Why, Egbert? We just don't know.
[ how can you feel so much exasperation and fondness for one person. why doesn't once cancel out the other. ]
I didn't know you'd talked, though - he's chatty, so I'm not that surprised, but.
Sounds like the two of you are a perfect match, honestly.
[This is both a compliment and a friendly diss bundled into one neat package... But really, he knows that tone of mixed fondness and exasperation, so He Knows.]
Anyway, yeah! I bumped into him back when things were nuts and he probably thought I was a weirdo for running around with a sword and all. He seems like a pretty nice guy. Good sense of humor, too.
Why don't we have a club with like, eating out together nights or something. I would join that club? We could all trade tips and jokes and like, look cool together.
We could totally put something like that together. It'd actually be worth going to now that we could offer snacks that don't taste like packing pellet air, too.
Maybe they don't mind... I could ignore it for a while longer than some people, too. But it just gets harder to do that when weirder and weirder things keep happening, y'know? Or when they happen for waaay longer than they used to.
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[ how can you feel so much exasperation and fondness for one person. why doesn't once cancel out the other. ]
I didn't know you'd talked, though - he's chatty, so I'm not that surprised, but.
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[This is both a compliment and a friendly diss bundled into one neat package... But really, he knows that tone of mixed fondness and exasperation, so He Knows.]
Anyway, yeah! I bumped into him back when things were nuts and he probably thought I was a weirdo for running around with a sword and all. He seems like a pretty nice guy. Good sense of humor, too.
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I think he's used to weirdos with swords. Or most people should be, with the amoun tof us there are?
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[He doesn't even get weird looks when he walks into bars with his bokuto bag anymore.]
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[That might just be his Sword Blood talking, but he's a sucker for camaraderie and bonds forged in shared situations.]
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