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And if those daddy anons come around, Papa Nier is probably going to be hella dense and not get the joke
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aplushemporium:
“Well, kinda. I do get some money from tuition stuff, but I got a jar of sorts to hold any cash I get from street performances. That’s the fun jar, or rainy day funds if things go wrong.”
At the very least, Firefly was assured she was fine for awhile. The school that was hosting her required her to stay at their dorms and have the barest of basics met, but admittedly it was scary to think when that generosity would end. …So she didn’t think about that. Just study and busking for now.
“Don’t worry, I do focus more on studies.”
[Street performances?! What--]
“Well as long as your grades are fine and you’re not getting into trouble at school, I can at least breath easily knowing you’re taking care of your priorities.” [Saito should know; he was pretty much in the same situation as Firefly... except his expenses were handled by his dad. Despite this, it didn’t stop the detective from working as well. One time, he decided to work at a meat deli. That went well for a time until his dad caught wind of him working.]
[Yes, Saito had to stop at the request of his father. And yes, he did take care of the damn reporter that found out. Personally.]
“But you said something about street performances, right? What exactly do you do?”
aplushemporium:
“Hmm…I’m not entirely sure…I got these little guys for about 1000 yen (~10 USD) each…Maybe the bigger ones would be about double that price, at least?”
Admittedly Firefly didn’t look up on how big the larger plush would be, or their price point.. She could dive into the world of online shopping but…that’s a rabbit hole her wallet was not ready for.
But, at least Saito was pleased with her present, which gave her a sense of relief, “Glad you like the little pocket Yuki though! But I’ll be saving up for that trip and the bigger plush…alongside maintaining my budget for other necessities…”
“That sounds about right. Needs more material to make and more time to work on. I wouldn’t be surprised if they went for that much.” [If he could confess it openly, he would, but a part of him wasn’t prepared to do such a thing. There have been times where he DID look up prices for the bigger plush toys and they were... pretty expensive.]
[Technically he could still afford them, but was he going to buy them? Probably not at that moment.]
“Oh? Do you work a part time job? You probably should concentrate on your studies more, but if having a job is something you want, I won’t stop you.”
verduresapiens:
“I used to be quite the fencer - among the best in my year. I do remember the movements, but twenty years not so much as thinking about them… Rusty, is an understatement. I’ve a long way to go before I can call myself a fencer again. Once I get back into proper form, I’ll make sure to show off to you, if you wish~”
“Hell, I’ve never seen a proper fencer use their sword--” [Or an actual fencer, for that matter.] “--professionally, so I wouldn’t know what is considered ‘rusty.’ I’m just really excited to see someone actually use and apply what they know!”
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verduresapiens
"If I ever manage to get my old skills back, I may well end up BEING a gardener with swords."
“Ooo, that sounds very promising!” [Saito, please don’t encourage him.]
falconsnatched:
“You know, it’s kind of surprising that I found that fun.”
“Given the upgrade once I got my original body back.”
“You make it sound like you don’t do it anymore. You’re still a handsome guy, you know.”
clivedoveplblog:
“Let me by right this instant! I demand to check in how he’s feeling! I’m not leaving—!”
They intended to reassure the Reporter by letting them know that Date is faring well, but really they only riled him up further, now impatient to pay a visit despite the recommendation being that they should rest peacefully first. Clive had been waiting for quite a while, but time passed fast as he’s been stressing with phone calls and the like. Still, he insisted. Not as if arguments like these were anything new for him, forcing himself into a closed area, but a Hospital Room wasn’t exactly typical.
Bicker, silence, beat, quick steps, shoutings, hurry — the white, plain door swung open, and he closed it immediately, sighing. It took a moment before he glanced around the room, finding, “Mr Date, for the everloving fuck — what were you thinking?!” good to see you too. “You could have died! It’s a miracle you didn’t!”
Clive stepped closer into the room, not giving them much time to reply. “Are you zoning out or are you able to talk? Don’t mean to pressure you, of course, but — there’s a lot to say, here.”
[He was about to slowly take time to come to, only to jump at Clive barging into his room and slamming the door shut. Damn, this reporter! And they were talking, too!]
[What was he thinking? Uh... good question. Was he referring to being harmed to the point of death or being here in the hospital? Being hospitalized was giving the detective some stress. Placing a hand on his head, Saito began trying to speed up his mental processes so that he can at LEAST catch up with Clive’s quick talk.]
“Ngh... guh...” [It was obvious at this point that Saito was at least trying to think.] “Mr Dove... what the hell is wrong with you?!” [There was a pause. Maybe he was trying to think of what to say, but for sure he wanted to scold the other for just coming into the room without notice.]
[He did relax, leaning back into the hospital bed.] “You may need to bear with me. I can talk.”
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falconsnatched:
“That’s ridic- wait, no. I can see that working.”
"I mean, it technically makes sense, right? You’re just cutting things with a different tool.” [SAITO--]
falconsnatched:
“So all that time I flirted with myself… Was I technically flirting with Saito?”
[Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t--]
“I thought it was quite flattering and uplifting.”
clivedoveplblog:
“Indeed.” he let the other speak first while walking on a slow pace, have them get their thoughts in order as they go on their reckoning. Best not to hurry all too much regarding information, else he’ll likely just confuse the both of them. “As I said, I stumbled upon it by coincidence — I wasn’t looking into the Hanged Man cases initially, but it showed up more and more on my own research. You could say I sort of … came from across the street to here.” he quit quietly flipping pages, now at the one he was searching for. “In other words, in a sense, I started with the hit instead of looking for it. —Are you familiar with the politician Inigo Lambert?” he started, looking at Saito. “No, he’s not a victim.”
“I’d want to get to the point quickly, so in a nutshell — they’ve been a bother, regarding media. You know, negotiating with the supervisors on what would be lovely on the paper?” negotiating was absolutely the wrong word, but technically he was still on the Clock, plus he has the habit of starting to ramble as soon as he talks about anything related to freedom of speech. “T'was difficult figuring out what precisely they want, but.”
Waving with the Notebook a little, it was clear where Clive was going with this. “Y'know, he has it rather well right now. Great competitors going missing, resigning, dying … as victims to the oh-so called hanged men’s’ death,” arms raised, almost theatric— “And the Media’s not mentioning any of it! Can sure leave one wonder, huh?” rhetorical. Pure rhetorical.
“Needless to say, this doesn’t include all hanged men’s’ cases, especially not the ones at business rather politics, plus Mr Lambert is by no means international — my guess is there are several who hire this third party, or at the very least one of them helps severals out by it. But?” finger-snap, and Clive gave his Notebook to Saito with the other, an evident smirk. “It’s a Name.” it’s a lead.
“Inigo Lambert, huh? That’s definitely a name I’ve heard of.” [It wasn’t THAT foreign to him, but it also wasn’t that familiar. There have been reports regarding the politician, and cases that have danced around the idea that they were involved. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much evidence to back up the problems given to the police.]
[There was still his concern about the other hanged man cases that weren’t covered by Mr. Lambert’s desire to become the next face in Parliament, but it is as Clive has stated... it’s a name.]
[Taking the notebook, Saito carefully stashed it away into his coat.] “Thanks, I appreciate it.” [There was a hint of worry in his voice; he may as well bring it out now than later.]
"I can’t help but feel like this is too simple of a reason for him to be related to the hanged man case. Maybe too good to be true. The majority of the kills in this case lean more towards business rather than politics, but maybe the reason for his relation is BECAUSE of business...” [Was Saito thinking out loud? Perhaps, but he needed someone or something to bounce ideas off of. Especially, considering, this is international and not local. He needed to do more research.]
[...or perhaps not.] “By the way, Mr. Dove. I’m familiar with a few countries and the power their governments have over the economy of the country. What is it like here?” [A part of him is hoping this could help the case run more smoothly, but that alone would disappoint him. After all, he was only called in for the harder cases. It shouldn’t be this easy.]
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itsaiba:
“ WHAT is it you are concentrating so heavily on? i do not fully comprehend. “
[Saito jumped from Aiba’s voice. He looked shocked, but relaxed and scratched the top of his head.] “Would it kill you to warn me when you decide to pop out of nowhere? You almost gave me a heart attack!”
[The detective was able to relax, however. He took a deep breath and thought for a bit.] “I’m doing some research about identity disorders and the differences between them. There’s a case I’m working on, and it seems very unusual to me.”
“A gardener with swords? That sounds awesome!” [Saito, no.]
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[Looks like Saito is concentrating on a book. Maybe Boss has him working on something and he’s just doing research?]
