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San nodded at his words, first a little grave -yes what CAN we do about it-, then pleasant again. Yes, of course they're fun, if used well. Like you do. When Wit lifted off, he first went a little o-mouthed again, but soon he was biting his lower lip to keep from slipping into a string of snickersnorts that surely wouldn't end within the next minute. Also he didn't want to look like he was having a mocking laugh at Wit's expense either. The result was a gleeful mixture of discretion and clumsily hidden amusement.

Diego could at least afford to let out some genuine laughter without having to fear derailing into something less civilised, chuckling when Wit was safely down again and started playing with San's hair.

The gunslinger let him have his fun, greatly enjoying himself as well, snickering almost cutely at the friendly yanking and reflexively turtling into his collar a little. "I think it's to be my best day of the month too, year maybe." he giggled, sounding quite honest.
"A day I'd never want to forget." again that slight mood shift back into more melancholic waters, with that soft fondness in his voice. If he had to he wouldn't sleep for three days to try and remember every bit of this. Ah, he was still smiling, it only failed to reach all the way, leaving an odd gleam in his warm brown eyes. There was no doubt he'd already begun to transcribe Wit in the mysterious deep reaches of his memory labelled 'amices'. And while it might be true he lacked any subtle means of protecting those close to him, he would do give it all he had to do just that.

He peeped up when Diego retrieved that odd trinket out of nowhere, tutted his lips when he tried to identify what it was.

Diego handed it over, pleased he'd done another good deed. "There you go.
Ah, good of his partner to have found it, losing things was never a nice experience, one he knew all too well. Heck, there was a reason why the spare housekeys were attached to a chain that was securely linked into the inner of his coat. Leaving it 'under the doormat' had proved to lead to more confusion than it was worth, as San kept forgetting it was there, or because it had somehow ended up in another hiding spot altogether.
Either way, neither he nor Diego ever wanted to find him locked out again, as that usually meant he bust in through the back door. Poor back door.

"It clicks?" How mysterious.

"It's a pedometer San, it's made to count how many steps you've taken." Diego chuckled.

"......" a contemplative silence followed. He had trouble keeping count of his own often, but that was just games, why would anyone defeat the purpose of the game? Oh well, the world's no saner than he himself was. He left it at that with a positive hum. m-MM, okay :3
"Ola Wit, whoses is this Dwee-person?" he smiled again, showing a genuine interest. If he gave Wit things, presents, he surely must be nice.

Diego gave a nod, showing he too was interested in this.

Ah, indeed. A vague parallel, though Wit kept his past locked away more consciously then San. It's hard to keep a secret you don't remember the content of. If he could recall his early past, he'd probably have no qualms about telling a good friend though.
The little low in spirits quickly soared again when Wit made his proposal though.

“You're... inviting us?” ...you'd almost start believing he's just offered them a free two-months cruise. The gunner looked absolutely thrilled.
“That's.. wow, I.. I...” just narrowly not flailing about for words, he glanced at Diego, who gave him a friendly nod. “WE would LOVE to come over sometime!” That's some highest quality glee right there. He was pretty much quivering with delight already. Ooh, the sweet taste of anticipation.

Diego looked pleased too, and he chuckled at San's obvious excitement. “Ah... unless San's taking you hostage for the next days, I suppose we'll need to stay in touch by traditional means, I suppose?” he rhetorically asked Wit.
“If you can hang onto this...” he reached into his back pocket, slipped out a business card and presented it to Wit. “Cell, telephone, e-mail, you got it all right there.” There you go. He'd asked a layouter in town to make this for him once, in exchange for fixing a regurgitating toilet in the dead of night once. It really paid off to have these with him at all times, either for formal contacts or people who needed to settle a score after having been grieved by the gunner's antics.

Or new friends, of course. Those were much rarer.

“I'll see to it we invite you to our place sometime in return, hm.” he smiled, and San continued to wobble like an overly happy feline, nodded. Yes, we should.

“Diego's MY housekeeper, he's awesome goodsly at it!” San giggled, and Dee could've facepalmed. Aww San. “But he's not my nanny.” grin. Nope. “... not a butler either, that'd be mean. O.o No, Dee's my partner, and I'm his.” yee! He wasn't off-put by the notion Wit's friend didn't appear to be counted as entirely equal in position, for some reason it didn't sound so strange.
And then, the attention shifted entirely.

“Paintball? …like, shooting? Aiming?” ooohohoho, watch that giddy smirk pull over his fangs mischievously. “I think I could do that, yesly. I is to be being rather apt with it.” ah, for once he wouldn't be too modest. Of course, handling a gun that shoots paint wouldn't be the same as using his own pistols, but that'd defeat the purpose of the game and lead to very undesirable conclusions. Ahem.

Dee nodded at his decision to store the number somewhere. Those cards were fickle things that liked hiding in all kinds of places, even if you weren't particularly forgetful. "Grand idea that is."

Ah, the walking hazard subtype of happy people. Diego hardly minded, after all he lived with San. Their neighbours often wondered how it was possible he even let the rascal into his self-constructed home, neat and cleanly and practical. Spacious too.
Whatever Wit could do, he'd be able to fix. As long as he didn't try to rival 'that one morning' where San'd managed to dislodge both the toilet and the shower water cables, things would be juuust fine.

Both him and San were happy to find their return-invitation was received well, and the gunner again writhed with joy.

San grinned deeper, almost like a devious-evil smirk, but definitely lightened by the twinkles of amusement in his eyes.
"A maaaaaze..." an intrigued whisper, and he squinted a little, cattishly please by the idea. "I never dids something like that before, but it soundses muchly awesome." Yees, this was a very acceptable offer. he almost scared himself by feeling so eager, he wasn't violent or anything. The idea was utterly tantalising though.

"Paint-gunses, they have clips? Revolving ammunition holder? Response time good? How much do they weigh?" ah, now he was back to asking questions, open and eager to learn the answers.
"Hoo, wow, easy there sunny-boy." Diego looked up at him, not sure if he had to hold him back or encourage him now. San might've forgotten already, but usually, weapons were a bit of a touchy topic in general society.

"Ah, this cat can handle any gun you have compadre." San couldn't help smirking like he'd just eaten the canary himself. "I'm curious muchies to learn how such a painty-ball gun behaves itself. Tame it I shall!" he almost threw himself over backwards to descend into derailed giggles, luckily catching himself on the sides of the bench before he actually crashed though.
"... I'm not going to let my two buddies spout paint though." blink. That'd be too weird, AND disrespectful to them.

"I suppose we agree on this, then? We'll come to visit you sometime, and you'll come see us sometime in return?" Diego summarised, finding it to be quite a while after lunchtime already, and he couldn't afford lingering much longer. "I really don't mean to spoil the fun, but we have places to go, especially if San doesn't want to go hungry." he didn't sound pushy and kept his gentle smile, but San knew that if he decided it was time to mention this, it was for a good reason.

"... could we take Wit?" sad-pouty meep. Getting pulled back to business while they were having such a grand time, not fun this was.

"If you want to come I won't stop you, but I'll let you know that where we're going it's probably not a very interesting place." Dee glanced from San to Wit.

"Building site, they always joke about tying me to a streetlamp so I don't trip over things so much." Somehow that didn't sound much like a joke, more like the workers had actually threatened to resort to such measures. "Dee's a carpenter and other things, he works hard."

Glee, they agreed on the guns-do-not-spout-paint-ammo issue. Any argument about the topic might've lead to other craziness quickly.

"That'd be uberly awesome ya." San grinned at Wit's words. Even if it involved phones, for a friend he could master them... temporarily.

"As long as youses don't get in trouble now, it's okay. I really hope Dwee-dee won't be mad at you..." He'd have preferred it if he could've stayed with the fae a little longer, but the situation seemed to demand a split. It was just the smartest thing to do, and seriously... Building sites were boo~riiing. "Aaah, we'll meet again eh, don't be sad." With a little sad smile he tried to cheer the other up, and then, yoink!

"Ola! ..." whoah, what where... Whoah.

Diego couldn't help crack a wide smile at the sight, and nodded. "Of course I won't... And I won't let anyone else wrong him either, no worries, Wit." It's what I do, friend.

At the remark about puppies, San began giggling lightly. "Woof." Snicker. "No, I's not a puppy, I'll behave. You behave too hmm." He returned the hug firmly, with all warmth and energy he could give his new companion. At least he knew when to let go, and relinquished Wit back to freedom a moment later.

"I'll miss you." Grin. Aww.