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[sengokus]

[ . . . he shrugs.]

I can get over it.

[and he does, once he gets past the initial jolt.]

.... I'll just ask her not to talk about guns again without reason.

[because takeru suffers from it worse than he does, he thinks]

[dotcom]

No, it's fine. I'd prefer to not have people wondering why.

[sengokus]

[he shrugs]

I can say it's about me and my problems.

[which

technically not untrue]

There's just no need for it, right? You need to be able to focus and work, too.

[dotcom]

It might come up in trial eventually as someone relevant.

Anyway, everyone else mentions them all the time. We can't stop all of them.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . he frowns and sips on his water bottle. he knows takeru's right! but. he still wishes he could stop some of it when he knows it bothers him]

... I guess...

[stop pouting you fool]

[dotcom]

[ ... he just rolls his eyes. ]

I'll be fine. As long as people are waving around the actual thing, a few comments aren't that bad.

[ like. he will still react and get mad, but it won't be anywhere near as bad as

actual gun ]

[sengokus]

[ . . . . mineo refrains from shifting like he wants to, knowing exactly what's still strapped to his hip. at least he's theoretically the only person around with a gun now?]

Fair enough. I'll drop it then.

... I don't know what else to talk about. [well at least he's honest] Kinda weird to have at least one confirmed, huh.

[dotcom]

It took us long enough.

[ just thank god they got someone ]

You can go talk to your friends though.

[sengokus]

[ ? ]

I guess I can?

[but he doesn't hate talking to takeru either]

Do you want me to go?

[dotcom]

You said you don't have anything else to talk about.

[sengokus]

[ . . . shrugs.]

I mean, we both used to just hang out at the office, right...

[he's at least comfortable with companionable silence with takeru]

[dotcom]

Mm.

[ he'll pull out his phone to click through it then ]

[sengokus]

[mineo will also do the same thing, just slumping over the conference room table because he's fucking tired. so tired.

though as he does think of something a couple of minutes later, he'll look over to takeru - ]

By the way, how'd you check out which items belonged to which Avatar? I gotta solve the mystery of Ashiya-san's rose now.

[dotcom]

Hm?

Oh, we worked as a group and each took pictures of the items, and then we just asked them. Even if you choose the wrong Avatar, they'll give you a hint.

[sengokus]

[nods.....]

Ah... And that's how you got your cool sword?

[takeru's jrpgness.....]

Was Molly and Harrow-san's glasses related to that?

[dotcom]

I don't know if it's the case for Mollymauk, but I know Harrowhark received something else.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . ]

What were the glasses for...

[dotcom]

They could have just been dramatic for no reason.

[sengokus]

[ . . . .

looks at him like he's just realized]

Are we the most normal people here, Takeru?

[dotcom]

Did you just realize this?

[sengokus]

... today was really dark...

[CLOWN CORPSE MOUTH CRIMES]

[dotcom]

Well, look on the bright side!

You're not the biggest freak around.

[sengokus]

That's not a bright side! That's such a low bar!

[dotcom]

I think it's pretty bright considering yourself?

[sengokus]

Don't make me sound that bad when we're surrounded by people who offer to get bit or eat noodles from the sink for murder science!