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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 6:44 pm
Halls that crossed back and forth over brickwork laced with layers of finely misted dust, ever present rift detritus, heeltrodden s**t. N how likely was it? That an army of sweepers 'n brooms would ever remove it. Especially not with how the Youma tracked it all in - out - through. N the people too. When they came and went -- beyond shadowed doors, that held back void-echos of vicious guardians. Trapped, screaming, clawing - ever hungry things barred by some sorta magic that persisted beyond time.
Beyond glass.
Beyond...
Any sorta sense that Albite coulda reckoned with. Not that he'd ever been one for sense. Lay out on his stomach, sprawled, six-three, and twothirty lb's of a lengthy roadblock. A full on foot-traffic impediment. Kicked his legs in the air, occasionally, as he stared down those doors. Grinned back whenever he perceived something had moved, n gave the more restless looking shadows the bird -- even if the energy roiling offa the doors n hall made the hair along the back of his neck stand on ends, set his soul to scream 'danger you absolute maroon'.
As far as he was concerned? It was a good thinking space. Sittin' outsidea the only barrier between him n the corridor that led to the Rift...Well, not the only barrier, but if he started listing many outsida that specific one? Like his senshidom, or a nice access hole hat led straight to his starseed..orrrr...
Whatever...
Door of screaming or no. He continued to lay. Pulled things outta subspace like he was setting up to sped time there. Which...if he'd had his way? He would've been spending time in the Rift itself.
But again?
'No, not today'.
People were too busy to play babysitter and escort all in one. Which, fine, he could entertain himself. Could throw his fleeting thoughts at the wall's run like escher stairs round his mind and see which ones stuck. Peeled a ******** orange and waited to see if the youma-esque rats would come squeaking through to take up the leavings -- or the plague of magical mice that Dc'd had recently through the winter. Bastards seemed able to transcend planes of existence; it was the strangest godamned thing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 7:41 pm
Chrysocolla had always spent probably a lot more time in Negaspace than she, objectively, needed to. Something in her had found it calming, even back at the start, when she'd had nothing in her head but dust and fluff and the faint memory-outline-image of Laurelite's hand in her chest; nowadays, returned to Destiny City, she'd set herself up a proper office. And if the office had a section set aside for her to nap in, when the world was too much and she was so tired, that was her own business - not anyone else's! It was exciting territory, unknown territory, to have that sort of autonomy when it came to the Negaverse. She thought she liked it, maybe, even if the creeping paralysis of too-many-choices liked to set itself up in the back of her head and prevent her from going too much further; what worked for Sylvite was unlikely to work for her, as aggressively pink as Sylvite was, as aggressively cute as Sylvite was. It still was too dangerous for her to touch the Hall of Shadows, though, even five-six-seven years on; General Alkaid might've been able, but that was Alkaid, who had senshi-shape but not senshi-soul. Alkaid was a different sort of beast entirely; as long as Chrysocolla had known of her, she'd always been. 'Too dangerous to touch', too dangerous to walk through, didn't mean too dangerous to walk by: the basic, mind-numbing exercise was welcomed, even if it took longer than teleportation. As she walked, Chrysocolla was frowning at a tablet in one hand, free hand hanging by her waist shifting fluidly between positions to paint-by-number the letters of her thoughts. So absorbed was she that she didn't notice the other senshi at all -- or she didn't notice him until she tripped over him with a yelp of panic, just barely managing to flick her tablet elsewhere-not-here-safe, tumbling head-over-heels until she ended up with a rough landing on the hard floor. It was half-graceful, in the way things were when training didn't kick into play fast enough to beat out surprise, but if she'd been wearing glasses they would've ended up who-knows-where. (The heels hadn't helped. She loved the extra height, she really did, but everything that came with it was less fortunate.) " Owww," Chrysocolla mumbled, demeanor and pose bringing to the mind of anyone who saw her nothing less than a puppy left out in the rain; she was half-indignant, half-bruised - all-bruised, but emotionally there was more to it than that, if not physically - and she'd scold him, she would, she would, but she wanted to huddle in her brief moment of misery first before she got around to acting like an Eternal Senshi of the Negaverse again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 8:15 pm
Minding his own damn self and suddenly * pain* - heelsteppedupon sharpness that had him yelping, turning whiplash quick to see. A tumultuous tumble of bat wings, emerald green, blacks 'n reds that made him think *pretty*. Followed right the hell up by 'who's she?'Of all the eternals he'd met - seen - A handful? Two, maybe three? Like they were a rare godamned species. Snow leopards in hiding. N alluvasudden, this one outta, nowhere. It was exciting enough to have him halfwayup, sweeping his dreads back before he tripped over his own damn self in the process. The poor orange forgotten, left to roll juicy sweet across the ground. Forbidden floor fruit that collected grit n lint like a bright, citrus flavored, katamari damachi ball gone ********, are you okay!? Didn't break anything? Ya' really oughta ---- reading n' walking's a dangerous thing. S'like - running and eating." like he hadn't been in her way, like her being distracted was the thing that'd done it, rather than his careless a** laying about like a log.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 8:32 pm
"Ow," Chrysocolla complained again, slowly pushing herself up to hands-and-kneeling, not-so-carefully checking herself over for bruises. She'd landed weird, only half-prepared, and the force had reverberated all through her; it'd be a mark on her hip for a few days, probably, and her fingers were shaking, but she'd protected her face. They'd stop shaking eventually, if she just gave them a minute. And hip was a good place for bruises, at least when it came to appearances - nobody was going to see that; there was no one in her life who'd see her so undressed but her. When she looked up at the other Senshi, her eyes were shimmering crystal, mood-ring-changing from grey-orange-brown to settle on yellow-amber, catching the light strangely. "You - why were you just - lying on the ground?" More than angry, she sounded bewildered, offkilter, like Chrysocolla had never even contemplated the idea that random men would be lying on the ground outside the Hall of Shadows. (She hadn't. She really, really hadn't. The thought had never once crossed her mind.) "I, um - I think I'm fine, probably, maybe... but seriously, don't do that, someone could get really hurt." And up to her feet, dusting herself off by reflex, fussing with her ponytail so that it was back over her shoulder and behind her where it belonged; like this, even if he wasn't extended to full height, it was so obvious he was tall. A lot taller than she was. Which - wasn't hard, exactly, she only hit anything over 5'2" with the heels - but he was tall. It was always so much harder to be indignant when you had to look up-and-up to make sure they really understood intent.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 8:54 pm
Words-words-words-freshborn things and he was sure they were important. Scolding? Whining? He should've been listening, intently, instead of nodding along like he'd only learned English a minute ago. Her eyes though. How his red-browns tracked and locked straight onto those. Flashbulb memory of his favorite fireboy, and a fresh baked box of cookies that made peoples soulful windows light up like galaxies - like --- like.... Oop, questions, she was definitely asking him a question! Telling him a thing. Albite tilted his head just so, focused, and shrugged. * Why*, an adrenaline rush, a good spot to think, a way to stare down all the things that set his teeth on edge and take a moment to sigh past it and snarl back. Spoke haplessly around a smile. "Cause it pisses off the guys inside? I mean, man, have you seen 'em before? It is - a whole godamned thing - all the ways they get riled beyond the -- uh - doors." Winced, for her harm. Offered up apologies on end, because, what else was he supposed to do? He'd sit next time, maybe. Do something like the opposite of laying. Definitely a different thing that she'd approve of, so long as he was easier to walk around. "I am sorry though, that my a** was in your way. I'll set up traffic cones next time. I might -- <********> -- have some? Actually..." and now he wanted to run around snagging up the light up flashcones that cut off travel lanes along off ramps... "...Nope, I don't. I will get some though! If that works for you---uhm..." and maybe if he stared a little longer, and smiled a little more brightly. He'd get a name. A -- Negaverse really shoulda printed nametags, for all the militant grade stylings they had. Auras screaming friend or foe out the a** - a nametag woulda been a helluva nice thing to have, sometimes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 9:20 pm
She sighed, then, and really really wanted to roll her eyes; but crying time was over, she was back up on her feet and not moving in a way that spoke of any bruises, and that meant she had to at least pretend to be a little professional. It was appearances. Appearances were important. And - it happened less these days, way less than it had - but there were still people who wanted her to achieve less, be less, just not be, and that meant she had to work harder to be real in the correct way. What that meant: she had to be reasonable, but not too permissive. Which, okay, Chrysocolla was working on! She tended a little more towards extremes in that sense. But whatever, whatever, it was -- it was fine, she was okay, mildly bruised but okay; and he was okay, and he was new blood, she didn't recognize his face or voice or outfit. (That amber-yellow shaded a little more spring-green, fraught with curiosity, faint interest). The look on her face solidified, finally; a little confused, a little annoyed, a little weary. Not the kind of girl with resting b***h face, but the kind of girl who probably got told to smile a lot. "Don't be rude to them, though? It is kind of funny how aggressive they get when they can't reach you, but it's like pretending to throw the ball for a dog and not really throwing it, it's just not nice..." He'd asked her name! Oh. It'd taken a second for her to process what he meant, what he was saying; her face scrunched up a little to work through it, to try and unravel that whole tangled thread of speech. She could at least give that. "Eternal Sailor Chrysocolla of Moods. ...I usually drop the rank and sphere, though, it's not like those are really needed for an introduction. And you...?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 10:03 pm
Watching her eyes was a ******** wonder, a solid ten outa ten on the entertainment scale. Like a mood-ring on slow shift. A multilayered lava lamp sliding through the colorwheel. He had -- sooo many questions, about that alone. Sidelined them to shrug and schrunch his face at the idea of - being nice to the beings who absolutely didn't, wouldn't, couldn't ever have been nice to him. Shades of former things that wanted his body shredded and torn across eternity to get at the starseed shaped rockcandy that made up his most precious insides. "I promise to try n' tease the hades hounds that sit inbetween hell n back a little less, yeah? It is...really kinda fun sometimes, though." he huffed, tilted a bit in place on his heels as she let loose her name. Tracked the surprise - the -- the lightbulb of familiarity that went on in his brain. Chrysocolla? He was...so damn sure he'd heard that before..from...had he? A boy? A girl? Maybe? Nahh...he'd ask around though, later. After. "Chryso--chrysi? Like cola the drink or..ah..Whatever. I'm Albite, Senshi of ' Can I get you dinner', as a solid ' Sorry' for being a hallway hazard? Most people skirt this place yanno, itsa...one-way thoroughfare straight inna trouble. Especially for Senshi. It really is something, to see 'em walking past like this." and he talked with his whole self, body, hands. A mess of 'readiness' centered around a megawatt grin. As he admitted all the ways he liked to sit and people watch sometimes. Snack on popcorn and sneak peeks at Lt's that flinched. At basics that bawled..barfed... fled. The ones with a little more steel who stood and stared. Like the doors held something of interest, in spite of all the horror oozing outta them.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 10:07 am
"Not like cola," she huffed, half-slightly annoyed; it wasn't as if this was too far of a divergence from her normal state, anyway, often a little frustrated but ready to forgive it. With that, close to normal, the eyes reflected it: blueish-grey, or greyish-blue, or desaturated mint, or aquamarine, whatever one would call it. "Could you stop staring at my eyes? It's kind of weird." It didn't feel like eye contact. Eye contact was a different beast, something that Chrysocolla didn't like, still didn't like after all Schorl's work; this she didn't like either, but it wasn't eye contact, because she wasn't exactly reciprocating. And it was hard to try and read his expressions, even writ so large and clear as they were; this one was a shot in the dark. "I've been out of town for a couple of years, so you might've heard my name from someone else...? I got passed between Generals a lot." Doubtlessly he hadn't been around for that. Doubtlessly he probably wouldn't know Cinnabar (traitor-hearted Cinnabar), or Schorl, or most of the people she'd known; traitors all the time, or disappearances, or nonpublicized missions that looked like either on the outside. At least Sylvite was still here. At least Sylvite wasn't going to leave her. Unfortunately, ******** Faustite was still here, too, and given these odds he'd probably be the last one standing of every officer she'd known. "...You really don't have to get me dinner or anything. As long as you don't trip me again, it's okay."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 11:18 am
Not like soda? So maybe like wine? Like *Crystal* or an expensive champagne? Something bubbly that also simmered hot? Albite wasn’t sure how to place her categorically along all the images of people and the way he related to them. Not yet. He’d come up with something though. Chrys, for the moment. Until something else came to mind. “Imma just….you know. I don’t think I’ve ever been told to stop looking someone in the eye before?” mirthful snicker, even as he obliged. Looked — anywhere else — sighed for how her eyes were so interesting that it was almost a shame he couldn’t stare a second longer. “Their pretty though, what with the color shift goin on. If I didn’t know better. I’d ask if you were a youma, n then? I’d ask you how you managed that. Cause man — that is — it’s really cool.” his words were nothing like an apology. Were soaked in intrigue for all the ways he wanted to prod at her a little more. To see if her gaze cycled, or if it really was a whole mood thing. She’d had generals, been gone, come back, an Eternal - it was likely she’d been around longer then him. Not that he’d care, not for how little he learned — oh — anything at all from anyone — names, dates, faces, times. Remembered imagery better than others. Bubblegum pink curls. Deadly deer disguised as enemies in the shape of friends, firebrands, and now? Mood ring flared irises. No dinner though? That was, that was a shame. “You sure? I’m not talking, like, the mess hall — there’s actual food above ground. Good eats - usually leads to good conversations. More n enough places we could pop over to like this, if you don’t feel like dressing down?“ open invitation, as he shrugged the dismissal off. Water from a duck. If she wasn’t hungry..was busy..had to go..all those this were fine. But? “Especially since I can’t promise not to trip you up again. I can barely keep from tripping up myself sometimes…like..with the hair. Usually I spend more time topside than this. Just..a lotta team s**t, n workin on getting the bosses office habitable. So.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 12:47 pm
Realistically, there was every reason to say no to Albite's offer. It was fraternizing in a way she probably shouldn't encourage, shouldn't let him think like they were friends, had to keep the chain of command established -- But. But Chrysocolla was hungry, and he seemed genuinely sweet so far, in a way she was half-surprised hadn't yet been bled out of him the way she vaguely remembered had been bled out of her. Bled was an exaggeration. It'd just been months of nosebleeds and headaches and feeling like a stranger in her own body - she'd do it to anyone else in a heartbeat, nowadays, any day. It'd made her better, sharper, more loyal; there was no reason to not do it to any defection risks. Being less productive was way more important than not being a traitor. But sure, she'd been sweeter, once; it barely felt real to think about now, the idea she'd hated to steal starseeds, hated to cause pain. What kind of girl had thought that? Not this one. "I, um." Chrysocolla ducked her head, hesitant. "Had to transfer an artifact? Which meant I spent a bunch of time touching it, and it wasn't supposed to have enough power left to do anything, but... I woke up one day and my eyes were just like this? I can't see better, or anything..." Spring-green shimmer, dulled amber, back to neutral; frustration, curiosity, acceptance that she might never understand. And then a ripple of gray and crimson, because there'd been so much more that'd happened the day prior to that, feeling Metallia's gaze weighing her down in a way she'd never wanted to know at all. "If you tie your hair up enough," she volunteered, belatedly, "when you hit Eternal, it might already be out of your way? Mine used to be down by default until I became an Eternal, but it's in my face a lot less now and way less of a tripping hazard." Contemplation, thought, circling around his question. She'd avoided it for a second, but she didn't need to. There was the sense that if she denied it, turned him down, he'd look at her all kicked-puppy; that sounded kind of awful, and then she'd feel a little bad about being mean, in that ghost kind of way where feelings dissipated after half an hour. "...Okay. I guess. I don't have anything planned tonight, so as long as it's not McDonalds or anything..." Further questions to be had, to press; who was his boss, who did he report to? But she couldn't ask that after she'd just said yes to the offer, couldn't shatter the conversation if she didn't like his answer, would've felt about three feet tall. She didn't know enough people, anymore, and she needed to know what he knew before she could ask independently for that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 5:37 pm
An artifact? Cool — not youma eyes or a curse of the rift kinda cool. But still? All sorts of amazing enough for him! Albite snorted soft for the explanation As if better sight or super powers woulda been the aim. Might’ve been nice to get? But — the color changing seemed well worth the time spent. Like the best damn thing to wake up and say ‘hello world’ to, every damn day! Whatever he liked ‘em. To catch the shift when he glanced sideways and wondered at its meaning — at its range — how many colors could an eye be? Did other creatures see them as a spectrum different than he? Did they glow in the dark!!? He was sooooo going to ask — after — after..“Oh, girl? C’mon…” Soft sigh that leaned in being dramatic. Playfulness as he reached for her. Gentle, easy, with his hands, an offer to play the ride there - back - whatever made it easier to get them going. Get gone outa the hall before the door that led to even more halls. “ Mcdonalds, we’re not children. N you n I both deserve something a 'helluva' lot better than a happy meal.” reached to touch her wrist, to wrap his fingers there warmly. Thought as he pulled -- dragged her through space - time - beyond. Stepped out of Negaspace and onto the streets. A side-street full of scattered thatch, of cracked brickwork, n green shattered glass. Warmth fled from windows, and heated lamps. Loud music in another language blared. Dominican, Cuban, something with a beat and brass instruments. The smell of barbacoa and spiced meats grilled for long enough to fall apart - and how that all wafted down. Kicked the cold and sour of city straight the ******** out. “Now - woah - kay. You good, you hungry? You ready to enjoy a little foray into flavor town? Cause Chrys, we're gonna get you fed ******** right." he had a sash, and wanted to argue, how his locks did what they wanted. How no amount of cutting, tying, taming, or beading had ever held the beastly lengths at bay. Plus? Come winter time, oh man, the long hair had become somewhat of a lifesaver. Kept him warm - shielded his a** when he slipped on patches of blackice. All the best things. "An aside -- I do tie it up, sometimes? Yanno, got this cowry sash in my invo, picked it out when I was with my Boss. When we were busy hitting up a -- They all said he was a damned dragon, but he wasn't? He was a demon-daddy dressed in lilac. I kid you not. I'm pretty sure he might even be a -- one of the uccubuss's? Whatever. You good, I've gotten better at the whole 'spacewalk' bit, but..it's still kinda jarring sometime?" or maybe it was just him, or maybe? Whatever. He chattered on while he stood close, waited for her to give him green lights and 'go on aheads'. Would let her signal how good she was before he led her out into view, to get what he would've argued, was proper food worthy of two grown people.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 8:26 am
"There's a lot of Lieutenants," she said, not raising her voice at all even as the noise of the outside world swept in, "who think that fast food is fancy food, or don't know where else they should takesomebody." And a lot of people who often read her as still in the tail end of her teenage years, which she wasn't above exploiting for free starseeds; it got creeps off the streets, never going to touch another girl ever again, and that was a moral action. Probably? Probably. It was easy not to cower at the noise and the lights, she was years and years past that, but -- certainly she didn't seem any bolder out here, in the light of half-day. And she nodded as he talked, like she understood, like it made sense; picking out enough of it was manageable, but full intent and clarity was foreign here. As usual. People were loud and confusing as a rule, and this was no different, and with more rest maybe he would've made more sense. "I'm hungry." That came with a firm little nod of affirmation. Even in powered guises, this was more civilian fare, and civilian expertise was a whole separate brand of things.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 9:10 pm
She was Hungry - good good good. Green lights that had him grinning as he nodded along. Half listened and hummed over whether or not they were gonna go eat as people, or as powers dressed like people. There was a difference, it was a whole damn thing. Even if he knew no one in the area would care... Except, for other people all powered up of course. Which. It was hard to remember that was a thing. A thing she might not have appreciated having to deal with in the middle of a meal. "Hey, I get it. N' there's nothing wrong with a good Mcdonalds on any given day. Sometimes fast eats made from slurry do the trick, but? For me? I'm kinda picky. Sometimes. About certain things. Now! Do you wanna go eat as hot-topic boss goth and her half-hoe rasta friend? Or - as like - *people-people*." tossed on quotes as he laced his hands behind his head. Casual and uncaring about standing there. He showed about as much patience as a dog on a leash awaiting the signal to ' get the bone'. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't hungry too. "This place ain't gonna care if we're powered or plain, so long as we've got money to burn, but..uh..I forget that - yanno - enemy powers that be? May not be so happy to see us in broad day. Evening? Noon?" he lost time all the time, windowless as so many parts of the castle were. Not to mention the total lack of a normal day/night cycle. Add to that the fact that he didn't have one of those anymore. Sleep was a mythical being and a normal daily rhythm had been thrown right out the window lately. Traded in for productivity. For all the things that took priority in his life right then.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2022 3:57 pm
"If we're in public," Chrysocolla shrugged, "they're usually less shameless about trying to punch me? It's why I always go draining in malls during the middle of the day; if they start fighting me in the food court I can just start crying, and then they look really bad. If we're in the same spot, that should keep away anyone on their own, too...?" It was all math, and it all made sense to her. Half of staying alive as a newly-minted Eternal, as a corrupt Super and only half-trained, had been knowing what places were safe; what places she could cry victim in and be believed, what places it was less conspicuous to throw a shawl and hoodie on and pretend to be civilian. One plus one was two; a public, well-lit area filled with people plus looking younger than her age was a successful draining adventure. "What I mean is -- um -- I'm fine with doing it like this. If you're nice to the workers, sometimes they'll say you're all okay if a Knight gets really up in your face, and that helps."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2022 7:12 pm
She had sooooo many valid and fair points. Albite couldn't stop himself from nodding along, cause yeah? All that made sense. Totally, but most of all? He was hungry, gave zero ********, and wanted to chow the hell down. As - Senshi - Enemy - he would totally fight while he licked the glaze off of a chicken wing he'd hastily shoved into his mouth. Mmmhhhfff, chicken wings.... "I love the way you think Chrys. Sounds like all sorts of a good time!" and his hair went up even as he spoke, aforementioned cowry shell sash that clacked gently while he took his lengthy dreads and wrangled them up into something that worked like a tie. It got them out of his way when he ate, because he was not hunting through subspace for something to stand around and saw them off with! Just..No....it was so much effort..good god. "C'mon then! Good eats await!" and he was shameless about snagging her with one hand, and tugging her gently along. Where the back-alley broke way into more cobbles that were swathed in color. Where music blared out with smells. Mid-day or dark of night, Albite was ready for a good time. So ready in fact, that he snagged his tablet out - little pen that popped into a slide screen. He spammed out a hasty text while he wound Chrys round the side to the front, and watched people ******** 'move' - so him n her could stand in line. He even nodded politely when they did! Such nice people round these parts, it was half the reason he came. That and the food - shredded meats - heaping's of sauce and dip and 'meat juice'. Albite'd never learned properly the name for the orange liquid that they put into a cup to dip things in - he just knew that it went good on everything. Ramen, meat, napkins. Everything. Quote: "Firebrand? Sup! If this is Headache? Spam the boss man, go for blinding puce n neon green if you've got it in your buggy body! If this is boss man? It's Albite! Want lunch? Linner? Lunchinner? I'm making friends, buying food, she likes coke-cola apparently!
(a little red ping that sorted to a map that screamed 'meet me here')
Also - tell Haymitch n Tamagotchi life that I love them and will buy them soooo many nips if they can put those paw-hands to sweeping up all that godamned furrrr! ALSO ALSO! Barbacoa is badass. So, get here or hunger."
P.s. Come as Boy
P.S.S. < 3 Love you! Slew of glittery emojis. Of random food items. Of.... Oop, a moving line. "So, what do you feel like ordering Chrys? How do you like your level of spice, or savory, or..." Albite knew the food would take time, if they stood and ordered, if they waited. He hoped Faustite would show -- hoped for Eion. She didn't need to know him for him to know him, and if it wasn't a date-date? What better way to get his best boy into socializing with people than with this super lovely, mood-ring eyed gal! He was sure Chrys wouldn't mind. Right? Totally, she'd be fine if he invited a friend. Friends made all meals better. The more the merrier, etc, etc, and so on.
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