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dusts this blog off 

aight aight aight

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( well, what kit doesn't know won't hurt him. or it will, like it'll fuck him up. 

      doesn't stop him from frowning at sean, though. )

Okay. Well. What are you looking for?

    [ shady would be putting it lightly, if we’re really getting technical here. ] 

Maybe. 

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( he only has a few left. and he needs to go and buy a couple of packs before he goes and visits cecelia.

      but he shoots the other this real dumb smile. crooked and all. he wears something like confidence but we're not sure. he's passing over a cigarette all the same. )

"I need to give you a light too or do you have that covered."

    [ don’t do the social thing — oh my god, oh my god. don’t —           ah, here we go. you got this jeffrey. you can do it. ]

                        ❝ —…Sure. ❞

    [ well, that was nice, wasn’t it? jeffrey didn’t smoke often, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to deny an offer. ]

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okay this is kit's sister, cecelia rogers who pretty much will be mentioned y'know as a npc

until i find someone who wants to play her y'dig

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Mister Kit Rogers.

         And who are you. Because that is what I'm supposed to ask next according to social norms.

  Only five? Ah, never mind. That won’t buy enough times on the Ferris wheel.

          I’ll ask someone else—but thank you, Mr…

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Noted. I'm not really planning on seeing him again anyway.

( so, he lets himself be turned around and prays to the gods that he doesn't believe in that he doesn't get stabbed or something. but then her hands are coming to rest on his wrists and he calms down.

             this is going to be very uncomfortable for him. he feels it in his bones. fucking hell, all of his life he can never seem to run into seemingly normal people. )

I can actually say no I have not been Tazed before.

I’d definitely avoid him, not going to lie.

[She puts a hand on Kit’s shoulder to help steer him around, turning him around a little bit while staring intently down at her phone. After a moment of pausing she nods to herself and shoves her phone back into her pocket, taking the money in question and leaving that in her pocket too.

Her hands settle on his wrists, thumbs resting against the top of his wrists, right on the depression between bones and tendons. It probably feels a little weird.

Mai’s still utterly conversational, her feet slightly further apart as though to balance herself.]

So. You ever been Tazed before?

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Oh man. If that's the case I hope I never see the guy again, God.

( he has no fucking clue what she's talking about and it shows in his expression. which goes from 'oh man' to 'uh' to 'oh'. that's about it. and he fishes around in his back pocket to offer a crumpled up five dollar bill.)

Well. Let's get this what I am sure is unpleasant thing over with.

Yup.

Let me tell you - tall, bitter and shady dudes can mess you up. I used to date one and I threw a lamp at him. 

Anyway.

[She rolls her sleeves up and claps her hands together. Time to get to Business.]

Pay up, buddy. I’m gonna check our compass directions, make sure we’re not facing the omote-kimon or ura kimon, you feel me. 

[Are you really talking about Japanese demon gates to a dude who knows nothing, Mai. Guess that’s your way of being friendly.

And now she’s pulling out her phone, making use of the compass to check that they’re not facing northeast or southwest while waiting for the money.]

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Wrong! I was thinking about the poetically creepy man I met earlier!

        But for real how much do you really need five bucks.

  Food—some band from the sixties.

  Laundry you’ve yet to do.

   Your sister

                          …—Food, again.

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What.

( okay. he's going to hold up his hands for a moment. just to recall a few of the individuals he's seen today. )

But what. I saw this guy who looked like a puppy, like, real nice lookin'. And then tall and bitter guy, he was creepy. Um. The girl who took a wrong turn. Another shady individual who looked like they yell at little kids. 

All of this has messed with my soul?

But yeah five bucks I can totally swing that.

[Well, she tries.]

You’ll just slowly waste away into the depths of misery and despair, not keel over and die. Almost happened to my cousin once. 

[Mai, this is not something you sound conversational about.]

Yeah, probably. I’ll do it for like. Seven bucks. No - let’s say, five even, because you seem like a nice enough guy.

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Holy shit.

( well, he likes her already. )

Hardcore....soul sickness. That sounds like something I can die from. Um. I don't think I'm a wallowing person. Yeah, hell no.

Be straight up with me, doc. Do I need a soul cleansing?

Yeah, I can see it, son. 

[Maiha, did you really just. Did you really.]

Whoa, I did not mention dying. If you were dying I’d be calling the paramedics or something. You’ve just. Contracted a minor disease of the soul or something like that.

Hardcore soul sickness. Would you like some help with that. Or are you one of those wallowing people. 

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Guess what I'm thinking about and I will give you the five bucks in my pocket.

      ( he's a fuckin' idiot. )

 Hm—I’ll take some money if you have it.

   { He asked, after all. }