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allyougetisclicks started following you
Uff.
-Same shades.-
Just these letters and these pictures. They’re all addressed so if you can just get ‘em to Memeko she can probably get them all to the right people.
I can handle that, I think.
-Time to bumble the fuck around until he finds out who the fuck this Memeko is.-
It’s nothing like that really, that’s all Hanbei-sama’s kind of thing.
Shima Sakon! Loyal retainer of Ishida Mitsunari and the happiest guy in the Toyotomi army.
Cool.
So, you wanted me to deliver something? What you got?
Thanks!! You’re a total life saver. I’m not allowed to go over there anymore so I haven’t been able to go by anymore. We’re kind of enemies or something.
What’s your name? I don’t think I caught it.
So you’re down doing some clandestine tactics or whatever.
-No that’s in the other room.-
Dave. You?
The other big Japanese-lookin’ building next door with all the sword guys?
Oh yeah, the giant fucking anomaly where some god guy was obviously blitzed and decided to just fist Japan into Italy.
Okay. Can handle that.
Not what I was going to ask, but thanks for the info.
You’ve been over to Memeko’s place right? You hang out over there? I just need someone to deliver some stuff to them for me.
Who in the fuck is Memeko.
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Hey!! Hey you! Cute guy! Would you mind doing a bro a favor? I’ll pay you!
Not sure my boyfriend or girlfriend would like that.
-Pretty sure this is what hell looks like over in Japatly?-
-Just these foxes and people screaming and some huge guy launching a girl right into the fucking sun?-
(Small pieces of glass whizz past you.)
-It was so close. So close for something to happen, he can almost hear it from here. Nah, thank god.-
-He never knew Sailor Moon had a penchant for fucking gummy bear torture.-
[Well, headphones are out. Now he can communicate like a proper human being. This dude seems legit? Definitely someone he could hang with.]
…Hey man. What’s up?
It’s been a while since I’ve seen another stray American here in Itapan that wasn’t like some tourist family on vacation. Are you a saniwa too or just some dude?
-Well, okay, at least the crawling in his skin is taking it down like five notches-
Nothing much. Enjoying this fucking choice landscaping someone thought was a grand idea. I mean, I could just get sushi on one half then mosey on over to get pizza and gelato because, hey, why the fuck not.
-Is there really an America to come from now? He contemplates that for a half second before deciding that’s taking the rabbit hole too deep for someone he just met.-
-At least he has a good name for this mess now.-
I have no idea what the fuck a saniwa is. But I’m not just some dude. I could say something like “I’m the dude” or go into some shitty banter like that.
But I’m Dave. ‘Sup.
-Standing back to watch the carnage? This is fine.-
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[Is that an American guy? An actual American? Is this someone he doesn’t have to taint with his vile spit upon introduction?]
[He would give him a proper greeting but he needs to finish this song first.]
-Here he is, a genuine American. Not just any genuine American, genuinely Texan, and thus like 50 times the American for one other American. He could get out all the shitty “Don’t Mess With Texas” propaganda he could put his hands on to validate it? No, no he doesn’t have to go that far.-
-Thank god.-
-It’s an innate sense.-
-However that music. He has no fucking words. None.-
-He waves regardless.-
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[… Shit, you recognize that feel. That’s the feel of Time Bullshit.]
[eh. Not worth bitching about.]
Good evening!
-Here he is, a source of Time Bullshit.-
-Floating in the middle of the epicenter of Space Fuckery.-
Evening.
I heard there was a party happening.
(Not Dave? Not Dave. Ow, that stings.)
(It stings but that’s rude. Don’t be fucking. R U D E. Apologize.)
…Uh…nice to meet…you…in particular???? I’m Usagi, you can call me Usagi-chan, but I…I guess I already know your name? I’m sorry, that was..that was insensitive.
…
…My friend Ami-chan and I are gonna blow up gummy bear parts if you want in?
It’s cool, I’m just surprised. I hate disappointing someone, even if my presence could be considered the greatest goddamn gift I could give. Not like I didn’t just unload a whole bunch of fuck with alternates and Daves and shit? I think we’re clean with one another.
I’m all for blowing up things that have no business being blown up.
Let’s do it. Let’s make this happen.
Dream Bubble? I don’t know what the heck that is but I can tell you this place is definitely just straight fucked. It’s okay though I mean, the only bad part is that the Toyotomi want to try to conquer Japan and probably Italy, but that’s about it.
Hi, by the way. I’m Gotou. I’m a sword. Who’re you?
It’ll take awhile to explain and it’d probably be for nothing since I’m not seeing any weird shit. Well. Stuff out of a surrealist’s wet dreams.
-Who the fuck are the Toyotomi? Sounds Like A Dirk Question.-
I’m Dave. Cool to meet you.
Enjoy all the cannoli, pizza, and statues of naked people next door with your animes, tiny ass cooking kits, and hentai? At the same time?
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…Dave?
(Oh god.)
DAVE???????
(HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE KNOW YOUR NAME? SAILOR MOON KNOWS YOUR NAME, DAVE.)
-And it looks like somewhere, some version of him has left his print here? And holy shit it’s Sailor Moon?-
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Before we start having happy reunions here, I know I’m not the Dave you’re looking for. Unless it’s some bullshit future Dave’s decided to throw in.
-He’s not good at the apology thing, and he’s not good with speaking his mind lest it pours out as a clustered, bumbling fountain of attempted thoughts and feelings wrapped in shaky package.-
-He can’t apologize for another Dave’s mess yet; he just got here.-