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    WOULD he! That puts him in a good mood. 

    ☆ --- “Hell yeah, let’s go! The mall’s my favorite place. You’re gonna love it when you get to appreciate the beauty of the whole thing. So many stores. S’like, hang out heaven.” He starts walking, not really knowing where to go, but knowing that he’s going somewhere.

“A mall, huh… Really couldn’t tell you. Lived here for almost three fucking years and I never got the desire to go, to be honest. Wanna look around? I don’t have shit to do today, so.”

And plus, Kuwata was a friend. Sorta. It was better than doing nothing.

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    TAKING a bite out of a cheap roadside burger he’s just bought, he turns, a few of the sesame seeds finding a new home on his face. Not getting that much attention is new for him, so his eyes practically light up at the question.

    ☆ --- “Yeah, actually. I just got here, like, a few weeks ago. Whaddabout you?”

>Baseball Boys<

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[ ◈ ] “Hey there, you new around these parts?” 

      The baseball player asked the red haired male as he was curious about what was this guy of such nature was doing in these parts — usually it was ‘reserved’ for calmer people which Junpei had seen so far.

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armsthrifting replied to your post Do you just believe EVERYTHING you hear!

GO TO SLEEP.

    ☆ --- “Ughhh, it’s so haaard... The mattress is fucking lumpy... There’s dust everywhere... Just let me believe in my dreams, man.”

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    ☆ --- “Goin’ low profile recently... Yeah, I getcha’... I won’t tell anyone.”

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Do you just believe EVERYTHING you hear!

    ☆ — “I know better than to question a good thing… ‘specially if I’m tired…! Just embrace it, man. We’re walking among gods.”

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    OH, now it’s on!

    ☆ --- “You can’t--” Slap-- “slap for shit!”

Was he just slapped?

…

…

He slaps back.  No one slaps Saphir Gneiss.

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    HE takes the ball without a second thought. What the hell is this place? There’s so many strange people out there, none of them he can even think to ask about without the prospect of getting killed.

    ☆ --- “... Th... Thanks.” He’s not as talkative as he usually is. 

Grasping the ball in his hand, he slowly lowers it to the level of which the stammering man could take it.

“Here is thy.. ball.. as thou call it. I doth not mind, I only heard a sound echo throughout mine armor as something struck against it.”

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    ☆ --- “What? Beyonce, why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

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    ☆ --- “I’m doing it anyway! Double balls or nothing!”

“If I bet on it, you wouldn’t be able to actually go buy yourself some balls.”

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    ☆ --- “You know what? Whatever you want, I’ll bet on it.”

If the second coming of Christ is in the form of Nicki Minaj, then maybe he should start repenting…

“Okay… I’m willing to play Judas and tell you that was not Nicki Minaj.”

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    ☆ -- “Troy, man. It’s four in the morning, how am I supposed to know. People didn’t believe in Jesus when he came or something like that. Maybe this could be Nicki and I’m missing my chance!”

“Maybe it’s just me but I’d know if I saw a Nicki Minaj impostor when I meet one…”

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    ☆ -- “Hey, can anyone confirm if Nicki Minaj is in the city?”

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    THIS is the opposite of what he expected. His face crumples in response to the unrelenting prods, and he rolls over to avoid further nudging.

    ☆ --- “Thanks. Your advice is so >useful,” he says, frowning. “D’you at least know where I can g... get some? I’m so thirsty, my god.”

Was he dead? How inconvenient. 

She crouched beside him and poked at his cheek a few times with her index finger. “I don’t have water but if you’re dead I suggest you don’t be because who knows what could happen to your body in this place.”

She poked at him again.

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    ☆ --- “... Ugh. Whatever, dude.”

    He takes the seat surrendered for him and sits down in a huff.

    ☆ --- “You do you. Not my business.”

Trowa sighs again. He’s had a whole, short lifetime of wanting that, no thank you. He can’t think of a remark that wouldn’t disturb the redhead inches from his face with that “typical weird quiet kid humor” that Duo would remark on.

Instead, he barely raises his head to meet the stranger’s eyes, trying to see if can at least get some sort of read on him.

Trowa greets him with several slow blinks, and he can feel his long lashes stick to one another.

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    ☆ --- “Aw, man-- the last street I passed was closed too. You wanna help me find one of 'em stores? You don’t seem busy.”

❝ most seem to be run by people brought here rather than npcs so it probably depends on their preference. the fact that people settle here and create businesses is surprising too. but if you are in need, some stores seem to remain open all day. ❞

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    ☆ -- “Be sure to tell him he did a good job then, from me! Uh, Leon. Which... y’ already seem to know.” Quickly drifting into awkward territory there. Shit. “Anyway, yeah! Hot Topic. Is there a mall near here or something?”

“Cheap enough. Depends on what you want. And thanks - my, er, boyfriend is the founder. He’s also my boss.”

Still felt weird to use that word. Boyfriend, not boss.

“I donno, we can look around for your hot topic if you want. I got nothin’ better to do, anyway.”

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    HE slaps him.

    Not sure why he slaps him in particular, but that’s just how he feels at the moment. 

“I’ll go!”

“Give me your best shot.”