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vicious callout for @fauxesp for refusing to log into his blog and play out this scenario with me.
@fauxesp | With an aggressive hip-check to the front door Ryuzaki makes his entrance, arms filled with books, hat falling down over his eyes. Whatever peace the store had been enjoying prior to his arrival was now shattered. “Roba— oi, where are ya— ffff—” He couldn’t see where he was going, he was going to knock over one of his friends tediously curated displays if he didn’t show up soon. “Ma said she wants t’ trade these in... she read ‘em already.” Where his mother found the time to read three (yes, three!!) entire books in a single month, he would never know. She was hardly ever home! No pictures, either! Just words. “Can ya hear me?”
I need you to let me down gently. What's the damage?
Got some bad news, king.
@fauxesp | continued from here:
Yikes! Someone was in a bad, bad mood today, but he did come bearing gifts! "Chin up, I brought ya some .. I mean, I think it's s'posed to be coffee, smells kinda weird." probably not worth couch-diving for change to pay for it but beggar couldn't be choosers. Ryuzaki offered the to-go cup and grinned, "Whadd'ya say, huh? Y’gunna let me in?"
You should be wearing sunscreen.
The sun ain't even out today!
Stinky
It's July, cut me some slack...
"do you mind scooting over ?"
"Nah, think maybe you oughta sit on the floor." The Hoshino family couch wasn’t the best, sort of lumpy in places and definitely too short to let Ryuzaki stretch his entire five foot cough five cough frame out comfortably. But he had gotten here first, therefore he had dibs. Finders keepers and all that. Movie night had strict rules! “Pass me a soda, will ya?” He waved an arm in the direction of the coffee table, pathetically trying to grab one of the cans.
Why do you always blow up my phone the second I put it down to take a nap, your timing is horrible.
"Yeah? And how d'you expect me to know when you're takin' a lil nap? You're the mind-reader, not me." if this is about the discord spam, you saw nothing.
