Suitedreams: Aikawa

[battling]

You're a lizard forever

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[battling]

[maybe he'd kill owen (wistful)]

Eight weeks.

[decaptych]

[ He. He would yeah. A thousand times over. And get mad like the overgrown head-trauma baby he is when Owen keeps coming back. ]

You know that for sure?

[battling]

Workin' on majority rules when it comes to the timin', at least.

Hard to say if it's eight for sure, seems like the usual amount of time. Could be as short as two weeks, who knows?

[decaptych]

...That'd be nice.

[ Though he doesn't know how 2W would work in terms of possibly getting Sieghart back or solving their problems but hey, if it means breaking into the owner's office and beating him up or something, count him in. ]

[battling]

[He would love to beat up the owner, he wants his Nero back.]

Just gotta go with what's happening. [Unfortunately.]

[decaptych]

I don't want to..................

[ He's making it sound like it's out of petulance but for real? It's starting to feel more like a 'I can't'. This man is going to be paper-thin mentally speaking by the end of this. ]

[battling]

[Aikawa your MENTAL HEALTH.

Pats him more.]

C'mon. At least mope in my room.

[decaptych]

[ I DIDN'T THINK IT'D BE THIS BAD BUT I ALSO SAID THIS BACK IN SEASONS WHEN THE PLOT REALLY GOT ROLLING. ]

Fine.

[ He will get up, sulky overgrown man he is. ]

Wish there was some place better to get to go.

[battling]

[He is getting herded into Bradley's room.]

What'd ya prefer anyway?

[decaptych]

Prefer... like, outta what?

[ Herded. Despite his big size he is easy to do so. ]

[battling]

Your better places to go?

[He seats himself in one of his many couches around the coffee table.]

[decaptych]

[ Twiddles his thumbs. ]

...I dunno, actually. [ Actually yes he does have an idea but he won't tell Bradley some of them. ]

At this point, it feels like anywhere not here.

Hell, I had more fun at Wiwaldi. [ He suffered so bad in the last few weeks. ]

Just going back home would be nice. [ He is still avoiding problems. ]

...Vacations. [ He's never had one proper. ]

[battling]

That school didn't start revealing it's real fucked up shit near the end. Seems like we're gettin' a head start.

Vacation? Where? The beach or somethin'?

[decaptych]

Uh huh...

[ Damn, the early Wiwaldi days really were the most fun he ever had. School CR game was so good. ]

Beach would be kinda nice. Never been there.

[battling]

[bro you killed a guy and scooped out his brains.]

There's this deserted island with giant spiders. Sound good?

[decaptych]

[ Hey he did that before Wiwaldi too. ]

Guh -- why's there gotta be giant spiders...?!

[battling]

Hahaha, who knows! That's just where I sneezed to.

[his ex tried to skewer him on that island, good times.]

[decaptych]

The fuck? Your place has some weird places.

...Get rid of the spiders and maybe.

[battling]

It's deserted, they can have their island.

Borda Isle ain't bad, it's in the West.

[decaptych]

Yeah? What's on that one, giant slugs?

[battling]

Nah, it's got an interesting market.

Fought Oz there, it was fun.

[He got Wrecked.]

[decaptych]

I'm not looking to fight one of you wackjob wizards on a vacation.

[ Playing the straight man of this back and forth this time. ]

What they sell?

[battling]

Ya think I'm the wackjob? I've never eaten styrofoam.

[help]

Charms, curses, magical objects, fiction. [A slightly disgruntled expression at fiction.]

[decaptych]

You're still one of the wackjobs, being slightly less of a wackjob doesn't make you not one.






This list feels like murder, arson, jaywalking. What's this about fiction?

[battling]

I'm reasonable.

[Maybe in comparison to the northerners.]

Somebody pretended they were me and wrote twelve volumes about my life.