generalflirt | ~♥FIFTY-EIGHT♥~

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Mmm. I wonder. Call it conjecture on my part, but what happens to a body when you stab out it's heart?

[ This world... but those are some broad assumptions on his part. About more than one thing. ]

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[ But as for the main part of what Masaomi Kida is doing today, he's hanging out by the fountain, standing on the edge of it with arms wide. Weakness. Weakness is what might destroy them, huh? He wonders if that's individual, or if that's the weakness of a people. He wonders what weakness actually means. Despite this, he's not with Linda for once, and there's a smile on his face. It doesn't meet his eyes, but he's hawking around for anyone in the square, particularly people he knows. And he's holding in his hands two... playing cards?

And when he spies someone, he'll have to bound up to them and ask: ]

Hello! Hello~! Let's play a little game, huuuh?

[ Because he's older now. Because it's the end, and because what else is there left for him to loose. He'll play a game which has him terrified. ]

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Mmmm, I'm not sure the reason is as interesting as the response though. So, Kaori-chan, why does the smell stand out to you?

Hmm... I guess because it's really distinct? It smells kind of metally, and then it smells kind of sweet, but overall you're going to feel sick if you're around it too long.

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And it just feels kind of wrong, somewhere way back, y'know?

[ Despite his question, he's not unearthed something terrible, really. The fact that the thought of it lingers with her. He wonders, really... does that linger with hm? He doesn't think about it actively, but he is sure also he'd remember it if he smelled it.

Because of Luceti. No, because of the choices he'd made ]

You don't by chance mean your wings, do you?

[... That could be a dangerous question, Masaomi.]

What do you mean by that? I have them just like everyone else does.

True. But to say your "back" is an odd answer.

Ohhh~ I think you misunderstood me, I meant in the back of your head. You know, like when you think you're forgetting something. [Which she is a pro at, thank you very much.]

I'm pretty sure my wings are as perfectly normal as everyone else's.

Ah, ah! My apologies, then! That's a terrible mistake to be made on my part, to mistake a mass of pink for something actually sexy!

... You think brains are sexy?[That squishy thing that may or not be pink?]

Well to each their own, I guess?

Wha-- no. No, it's the reverse. That was the wordplay there.

Oh, I see! But in that case what's the other pink thing?

[Because what is knowing another person's wing color unless she outright asked?]

Well you could mean my wings...

[ Man, the joke here was totally destroyed ]

~♥FIFTY-EIGHT♥~

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