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that time i got reincarnated as a baby catboy.
WHO: Eustace, various
WHAT: Post-dissipation / September catch-all
WHERE: All over Horos
WHEN: From the ~22nd of Firaseri onwards
WARNINGS: just max amounts of shitposting
WHAT: Post-dissipation / September catch-all
WHERE: All over Horos
WHEN: From the ~22nd of Firaseri onwards
WARNINGS: just max amounts of shitposting
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Does Eustace also remember what happened? Results inconclusive. Between dying, reviving, learning about Gray's deattunement, and having to watch with gritted teeth as Gen slinks off into the great outdoors all by himself, it's been a rough almost-week. In comparison, a single brief kiss feels incredibly tame, a little blip of normalcy to be held onto like some sort of weird anchor instead of a freak occurrence to be held at arm's length.
But again, he doesn't talk about it. (Will he ever, stay tuned.) Instead he stands next to Dokja, staring at Dokja's bowed head. ]
Thanks. For coming.
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There's a pause as he tries very hard to scrub his thoughts clean before he huffs out a breath and starts undoing the sling holding the rifle on his back. He doesn't need the gratitude, but he would like an explanation. ]
Why did you want to meet me all the way out here?
[ Since Eustace so rudely hung up on him when he'd last asked. ]
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Eustace would prefer that this conversation not be happening either, but beggars can't be choosers and he does still owe Dokja for coming out all this way with his gun. Even so, he doesn't look too happy, mouth tugged down in a deep frown as he answers slowly. ]
It's the closest shrine to Godsblood.
[ Yes, he's heading there soon, no, he doesn't have any other way of getting there other than via the long and arduous carriage trip he took last time. Damn, his ass is gonna get sore for sitting for a week straight again. ]
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But okay, Eustace is headed for Godsblood. That's good to file away for later. And now that the rifle's no longer resting against his back, Dokja brings it down to his lap. He's not handing it over just yet. ]
Who killed you anyway? I told you I'd pull the fur out of your ears if you died, remember?
[ His tone is casual like this is just a normal everyday conversation. ]
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Also why is Dokja asking that? Surely he doesn't have any intention of keeping track and giving the guy a good ol' punch the next time they cross paths. (He better not have any intention of doing that.) Regardless, Eustace has no immediate plans to answer, his recent rebirth (and also his recent meeting with YJH, King Asshole) making him reluctant to hand out information he deems pointless. ]
Does it matter who did it?
[ Better fork over a good reason. ]
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Frowning, he pushes himself up to a stand, wobbling a bit as he does, before finding his balance. He holds the rifle in his hands, though he doesn't present it just yet. He has a Plan for this guy. ]
Yeah, it matters. I'll kick their ass since you couldn't.
[ Eustace... weak... can't even kill a man back... Can't even kiss Dokja on the mouth without it being a gag tag. :/ ]
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Also I don't want to hear that from someone who can't even kiss another guy without it being an accident and prompted by outside factors? No one is pure and righteous and bold here.
Dokja gets another Look for that comment, very dry and unimpressed. ]
Don't you have more important people you should be worrying about?
[ Like your ACTUAL BOYFRIEND YJH????? ]
i guess there's a part 2 now
Congrats to the happy couple, and also to HSY who is probably lurking in the bg watching all of this unfold for a second time. ]
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Err, that is. Dokja had been a second away from some smartass reply like "He's not the one dying" but then Eustace is suddenly kissing him? Again? Through the power of sheer spontaneity and an ooc desire to ruin credibility?? God, which means his mouth was open when this happens.
Either way, he's shoving Eustace away and backing up like a frightened animal. ]
Can you stop doing that!?
[ He says like it hadn't been his fault (kind of) the first time. ]
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There appears to be a bumbling craftsman heading their way, both hands raised in the air and waving apologetically. Must have been some test gone awry. ]
Doing what?
[ He literally did nothing wrong? He's innocent here??? ]
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Ah, the rifle... ]
Here.
[ This is a good time to change the subject!! Dokja holds out the gun with both hands before suddenly thinking of an idea (always bad) and yanking it back toward him. ]
Actually, if you want it back, you have to do something.
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But also: what the hell? The sudden (previously unannounced) condition to getting his gun back catches Eustace by surprise, his head swiveling back and his brows pulling together as he squints at Dokja in suspicion. ]
Do what?
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You have to "nyah."
[ Holds the rifle with one hand so that his other can curl his fingers into his palm and raise a fist that's supposed to be like a paw. ]
Like this. "Nyah."
[ Proceeds to bat that hand toward Eustace in a demonstration. ]
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Follow what I'm doing!
[ Bats his hand again. Very paw. ]
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Why.