luca

[dotcom]

i looked for a meme and gave up its fine

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[notaccurate]

[With a dramatic flourish, he will offer out his hand.]

Shall we, then?

[dotcom]

[ he glances down at the offered hand and, with what's probably a smile tugging at his lips, simply turns and walks in the direction of the tea room.

keep up, bud. ]

[notaccurate]

[Oh no that smile is cute.

Luca is smiling in return as he goes to just follow after Takeru. He can keep pace easily, at least. He's a twink but he's used to waking everywhere and won't get winded just by walking.]

[dotcom]

[ i'm glad for this twink.

once they reach the room, he'll look in to see if there is another crowd of people having pcs here. of course, there aren't, so he'll step inside. ]

[notaccurate]

[It's just them somehow. Even though Luca has like 10 pcs in here this week.

But yeah he'll start making tea.]

I get the feeling that usual idle chatter would bore you, so what if we make it into a game?

[dotcom]

[ he sits down, watching luca. ]

I'm very competitive. But what are the rules?

[notaccurate]

One of us starts by saying three facts about ourselves. Two are truthful, one is a lie. The other one has to guess which is the lie. If they get it right, they get to ask any question they like. But if they get it wrong, then the first person gets to ask them a question instead.

[dotcom]

Hm... fine.

You can start.

[notaccurate]

Alright.

I have an older brother. My favorite food is smoked fish. I enjoy reading books.

[dotcom]

[ hm....... ]

The fish is a lie?

[notaccurate]

You're correct, that is the lie. So now you can ask me whatever question you like.

[dotcom]

[ hm... he decides to go for something simple for a first question. ]

Do you like your job at the school?

[notaccurate]

[What an innocent-sounding question, and yet.]

No, not one bit.

I wanted to be a student at the school, not a low-level hired hand. But they would never accept an application from me.

[dotcom]

[ he's thinking about the time period that would probably be. hm. ]

Ah. Fuck them.

[notaccurate]

[SOMETHING SOMETHING XENOPHOBIA SOMETHING]

No, that wouldn't really help the situation. I would probably get deported if I told any of them that.

[dotcom]

Well, thankfully you can say it as much as you want here, right? Fuck 'em.

[notaccurate]

You know, you're right.

Fuck them.

[dotcom]

While things are kind of better in my era, there's still problems with that. Americans were pretty shit to me while I lived there.

[ but he shrugs. ]

You'd at least have been accepted to school though. Is it my turn to ask?

[notaccurate]

I see it's a universal constant that outsiders are mistreated.

[He sighs.]

You give three facts about yourself now, with one being a lie.

[dotcom]

Then...

[ hm. ]

I never finished school. I own a cat. I know a famous musician.

[notaccurate]

The second one.

[dotcom]

That's the lie, yeah. I'm too busy to have a pet.

[notaccurate]

A detective's life does seem busy.

So! If you had the time to have a pet, what one would you own?

[dotcom]

[ he thinks about it. ]

A dog.

[notaccurate]

Oh? Why a dog?