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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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{{~I'm going to drop any thread that has more than ten notes on it. The reason being that since they've been around for a while, I have no idea what to do with them because I'm trying to let Psyche grow, and he is, but he's limited in those threads because they began in the first few days of my account. I'd rather have new rps than to not know how developed Psyche is in each of the threads I have now.}}
♫ "Where'd all the things go...?"
[生かす]:Ikasu sniffed disdainfully. “Your ‘human’ has a mouth and vocal cords of his own. He can defend himself, and you have no right to dictate who can and can’t be around him. And make me bleed?” The cyborg tilted his head, studying the other. This one didn’t seem to have such strong powers, at least that he could tell. “Why would you do that?”
♫ "Because you might hurt my human!" Wow, what an annoying and dense person he seemed to be. Irritated, Psyche pulled out the knife he carried around. "I'll give you one more chance." Should he attack? Yes. Without giving the other the promised chance, he charged forward, aiming the knife towards the other's chest.
[生かす]:”Your human, darling? I suppose you mean the one who looks like you.” Something was off about this one though. “Say, you aren’t as cute as he is. You’re an android, right?”
♫ Psyche frowned as the other determined so easily that he wasn't human. "That's not the point. The point is, I don't like you around my human. So stay from him or I'll make you bleed," the android grumbled out, his eyebrows furrowing with threat.
♫ "Stay away from my human!"
Kyohei felt his phone vibrate, and pulled it out to see Izaya respond saying something absurd about how he was never too busy for Dota-chin. [[Can I stop by your place for a minute then?]] He wasn’t sure if he should mention Psyche; he didn’t want to make Izaya suspicious of anything.
He slid his phone back and looked at the shorter man. “Ah…I don’t know how to explain it, just more…natural?” He began walking in the direction of Shinjuku, beckoning for the other to follow. Even though the informant hadn’t replied yet, surely he wouldn’t mind a little surprise visit from his highschool…acquaintance. Friends would really be stretching it. “You sound like a foreigner, being so formal and all…wait, are you?”
♫ "Formal and all? So i just have to speak for informally?" Psyche blinked, a bit uncertain but not questioningly so. The human had no reason to not tell him the truth as far as the android knew, and he was taking him to Izaya after all, so he could trust the other, right?
The android tilted his head. "A foreigner? That means to not be from around here, ne? Well, I'm from around here in a sense, but I've never been out to wander the streets before this, so my knowledge of your language is limited to what I knew before coming out here. Maybe that's why I sound so formal."
{ 🎼 } “Sure thing. If I remember right, we’re not too far off from a bookstore I go to sometimes.” answered the DJ, recalling the aforementioned store. It was quite impressive and had a large selection of books, even including some from other countries. He was certain the android would like it there.
♫ The android was certain that he'd like it there. He read well, so finishing books cover to cover would be easy for him. Maybe he could learn more about language and speaking more like those around him as well; maybe he could learn more about blood, which excited him even more. "Yes! Let's go, ne?"