No! I am not interested in dudes! [his voice pitches up again as kaz struggles to master his own sudden skittishness. he's fine. he's fine!!]
I mean--if it's magistocratic power use, I can't really help anyway—I haven't been able to use my powers since I arrived in this shithouse! So, uh... yeah! Tough luck, I guess! We have to stay friends and not kiss each other!
Friends! [his voice arches a bit again, before settling back down, and he lifts his mug to limbo. who is. currently. patting him? okay. that's fine, actually. he smiles encouragingly.] We're friends!
And, you know, friends is great, actually, because I don't have any other friends who are both here and alive that make such a great--[he takes a big sip, and smiles again!]--hot chocolate, so! [the mug is still lifted!] You're my best friend, Father!
[when will you assign me the gender of "lover who can and will destroy you",
[But! Sure! WHY NOT. Limbo takes the cup from Kaz's hands.]
...This priest has never heard such a thing from anyone. I am...very moved. [Limbo closes their eyes, taking a long sip of the cocoa.] Mmm. It really is good...to share such a thing with a friend.
[kaz offers zero resistance as limbo collects the mug from his hands and drinks from it. instead, he just seems kind of horrifically mesmerized at the act, enough so that his reply takes a moment as he collects himself, still blinking at the act.]
Uh. Right. You're so right.
[there's another beat as his eyes unfix from limbo, and slide down to the mug, before he points at it.]
[friends share things. apparently? he doesn't touch the mug again. the marshmallows continue to melt within its chocolatey depths.]
Oh, yeah. It's. Yeah. [he's still slowly collecting himself, but now that they're swapping away from this weird conversation, he's gaining confidence again.] Yeah, you should be excited! It's going to slap extremely hard.
[he's on his feet, and actually rifling through the kitchen drawers.]
I can't wait to see the look on your face when it's done!
[kaz successfully withdraws a pair of kitchen scissors, and gives them a trial air run. snip snip!! nice and sharp. he beams.]
Sure! Who hasn't practiced their burgeoning stylist skills on their mechabutler equipped with the hair fabrication module? Ah, what nostalgic youthful memories.
Really? What about your sweet years in the ivory towers in your family's favored educational institution? The falling sakura petals, the bright dreams, your bomb school uniform...
[kaz sighs, cheerful nostalgia taking over completely.]
[That makes the priest burst out in a low chuckle.]
Huhuhuhu. You know, I don't know how old I am! I am summoned in the peak of my time, so perhaps I'm supposed to be around that age or younger? Maybe even your age! Who knows!
[they wink all the way to the bathroom, where kaz proceeds to give him the best haircut ever, increasing the eboy level of the skilodge by at least tenfold.]
[kaz pushes a pile of hair out of the way in order to move around to the other side of limbo. it probably jingles.]
Of course! And this is exactly what the doctor ordered when it comes to your jaw line, Father—look, soft, hard! It's a mixture of geometry and chaos, straight-laced and sultry!
I hope you didn't want the bells back, by the way. I have no idea where they are, now.
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I mean--if it's magistocratic power use, I can't really help anyway—I haven't been able to use my powers since I arrived in this shithouse! So, uh... yeah! Tough luck, I guess! We have to stay friends and not kiss each other!
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[But this really is amusing. Limbo lets out a little sigh, moving to pat the other's head gently, like a mother would do for a child.]
Yes, yes. Just friends. Thank you of thinking of me as such.
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And, you know, friends is great, actually, because I don't have any other friends who are both here and alive that make such a great--[he takes a big sip, and smiles again!]--hot chocolate, so! [the mug is still lifted!] You're my best friend, Father!
[limbo's assigned gender is now friend.]
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[when will you assign me the gender of "lover who can and will destroy you",
[But! Sure! WHY NOT. Limbo takes the cup from Kaz's hands.]
...This priest has never heard such a thing from anyone. I am...very moved. [Limbo closes their eyes, taking a long sip of the cocoa.] Mmm. It really is good...to share such a thing with a friend.
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Uh. Right. You're so right.
[there's another beat as his eyes unfix from limbo, and slide down to the mug, before he points at it.]
Also, that's all yours now. You're welcome!
I'd better go set up the salon. [the bathroom.]
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[Everything you own belongs to Limbo now. That is law. :)]
[Limbo puts the mug down with a nod.]
Lead the way. I am excited for what you will do!
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Oh, yeah. It's. Yeah. [he's still slowly collecting himself, but now that they're swapping away from this weird conversation, he's gaining confidence again.] Yeah, you should be excited! It's going to slap extremely hard.
[he's on his feet, and actually rifling through the kitchen drawers.]
I can't wait to see the look on your face when it's done!
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[Sure hope all the knives and scissors weren't stolen!]
Have you done this for someone before?
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[kaz successfully withdraws a pair of kitchen scissors, and gives them a trial air run. snip snip!! nice and sharp. he beams.]
Sure! Who hasn't practiced their burgeoning stylist skills on their mechabutler equipped with the hair fabrication module? Ah, what nostalgic youthful memories.
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[More nonsense...though at that last part, Limbo looks almost sentimental?]
I wouldn't know. Mmm, I don't think I can recall myself as a youth.
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[kaz sighs, cheerful nostalgia taking over completely.]
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[Limbo's face is expressionless.]
If I remember...mmm. Probably not so idyllic. Maybe it was. I was probably a very different person back then.
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[he spins the scissors around his fingers.]
What are you, mid-thirties? You must be hitting it now, Father!
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Huhuhuhu. You know, I don't know how old I am! I am summoned in the peak of my time, so perhaps I'm supposed to be around that age or younger? Maybe even your age! Who knows!
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Well, doesn't that offer you a degree of freedom? Now you can choose to be whatever age you want!
I'd still choose over 21, though. Life's not worth living, or even possible, without the legal imbibement of alcohol.
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[Oh, right, that's a thing.]
Heroic Spirits do not need to eat or drink, but...haha, since I've been here, I've been both! I actually haven't drunk any alcohol, though.
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Tragic, Father.
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Not as I am, no!
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But haircut first! A professional must have standards, after all!
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[and he winks! wink!!
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...That was a friendship wink, by the way! Best friends forever!
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Best friends forever.
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[Limbo lifts a clawed hand to stroke through their...extremely short hair.]
This is...quite a change. I don't think I've ever had hair this short, before! This is really something modern, something people have in your world?
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Of course! And this is exactly what the doctor ordered when it comes to your jaw line, Father—look, soft, hard! It's a mixture of geometry and chaos, straight-laced and sultry!
I hope you didn't want the bells back, by the way. I have no idea where they are, now.
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