Suitedreams: Aikawa

[battling]

You're a lizard forever

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[decaptych]

Stop looking like you want to any second now, then!

[ Hustle!! Though that being said, there is truly no sign of a door. ]

[battling]

It's so hot it's miserable!

[decaptych]

And the more effort you put into hightailing it outta here, the faster you can get out?

[ Offers helpfully. ]

[battling]

D'ya even see a door?

[decaptych]

No...

Do you?

[battling]

No.

[decaptych]

What if we get... to higher ground?

Maybe it'll be cooler...

[battling]

If it's hell ain't it gonna suck no matter where we're at?

[decaptych]

Maybe... some parts of hell suck... less? I dunno! I'm trying to be optimistic here!

[ And then cresting a hill, they get a very typical scene of hellish penitence, of devils whipping a sinner. ]

Nope, optimism... rapidly fading.

[battling]

Hell sucks all the way around.

[It's! Too! Hot!]

[decaptych]

[ BRADLEY STOP DYING ]

Well yeah! It's where people go to when they die, nobody wants that.

C'mon big guy, let's get away from all this freaky kinky shit.

[battling]

[He lives where it BLIZZARDS!

He makes suuuuch a face.]

Don't call it kinky.

[decaptych]

It's how I'm coping, I don't wanna be like, hey, let's walk away casually from the extremely disturbing whipping punishment. Oh look, now we're both thinking about it, and we're miserable. End scene.

[battling]

[He just grimaces really hard.]

Stop sayin' shit.

[decaptych]

You want to walk in total silence?

[battling]

I don't wanna think about the flogging or whatever. Talk about gyoza or somethin'!

[decaptych]

W-what do you mean talk about gyoza, what is there to talk about gyoza!

[battling]

Why d'ya commit to this? Other people can like gyoza.

[decaptych]

Listen!

...What do you want me to talk about gyoza?!

[battling]

I dunno, your favorite stuffing?

[decaptych]

[ Beh. ]

...Shiso ohba.

[battling]

I have no idea what that is.

[decaptych]

It's a plant herb thing... that with pork's real good. It's not how gyoza's usually made. Special recipe.

[ Kicks a rock down an incline. ]

[battling]

Yeah? A friend make it for ya?

[decaptych]

...Maybe. Who knows? I don't really remember where I got the taste for it.