#tigerbearkid

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"Honored Sun doesn’t deserve Honored Ibaraki."

[hashihiime]

tigerbearkid said: "Oh no you don’t, get back here!" Sun’s quick on the draw at least, darting up and grabbing Parsee firmly by the shoulder. “‘f I remember right, you’re Parsee Mizuhashi, the hashihime guarding Old Hell. And you’re havin’ a drink with us. All right?"

Tsh, he's a fast one. She should've teleported instead. She usually saves it for dire situations, though. This isn't qualifying for that just yet. ... Unless she does have some of that alcohol. Then it is a dire situation, only with no teleportation to help her get out of it.

".. Yeah. That's me. But I'd rather not have a drink, thank you."

The Hashihime's just gunna try to backpedal now. Maybe she can slip under his hand back from the way it came.

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Oni! While Daichi's working! Seems Sun has no sense of timing /or/ manners, dragging off the poor tengu for a proper drink. Hope he can hold his liquor well.

"Soooo, there’sh I was! An’ dis treee dude," Daichi slurred to Sun as he tottered on his stool. "I’s call ‘im Pinkie! ‘Cause, hehehehe…. Hish hair’sh sall pink! Anyway! So! … Whar wash I, Honors? OH! There’sh I was! An Reimush crushin’ mah hand, an thar’s blood EVER’WHERE! Den, BOOM! Mikas’sssss righ dere! Like… Fuckin’ magic, man! Lik’ hatchlin magics!"

[love-coloured-witch]

Don't worry about that. If Reimu's not comfortable with it, she'll tell you. Besides, it's just wrestling and dinner, right?

"Yeah it's jus' wrasslin' an' dinner."

[love-coloured-witch]

> Marisa: Challenge Reimu to a mud-wrestle. Loser buys the winner dinner.

"O-Oh okay... b-but I don' think our relationship 'as gotten that far yet."

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“Honored Sun, don’t underestimate me just because you have hundreds of years of experience and outmass me by nearly a ton!”

Player Victory; “… What wasI thinking?”

Player Loss; “Wait… Really?! HA! The Mountain is mine!”

[tigerbearkid]

"Where else?" Torakuma-doji, or Sun as he's called now, rather loudly exclaimed with a grin as he clapped Yuugi on the back. "I've been in the outside world havin' the time of my life! Or well, I was. Turns out livin' life as a ragin', powerful Oni doesn't mean as much when no one believes in you anymore. So I came here! And let me tell ya, the booze is wonderful!"

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The door slams open! "You there," Sun's voice calls from the doorway, his bulk blocking out the light, "Tell me where I can find a good strong drink in this ba-ansree place!" All while grinning, of course.

Daichi cursed angrily as he stomped down the stairs upon hearing his front door being breached again. “Whoever you are, quit yelling,” he hollered as he stepped off the front step and jabbed a finger at the intruder. “There’s a pregnant woman napping and…” The Karasu trailed off, and the accusing digit waivered before lowering. Indeed, his whole torso followed suit; dipping into a rather low bow even before his brain finished processing the sounds coming from the huge fellow. Hard. Stone. Power. Strength… Oni-lord. If brains were capable of shitting themselves, the reporter’s did its best to make the attempt.

“Sefjisen lammeth-Ki’em, Honored,” he said quickly. “You have this lesser one’s sincerest apologies. In this one’s experience, the best tavern in the area is the Green Dragon two blocks northwest of here.” Daichi dared to raise his eyes to briefly meet Sun’s… He immediately regretted the decision upon seeing the man’s expression. “This one would happily escort his lordship there immediately, but he must request that your Honor please endeavor to not disturb the wife.”