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First off, there's no need to shout.
Secondly, I have no idea, I've been trying to work that out for myself for a while now.
Thirdly, is the current status of horses really a source of major concern to you right now?
Secondly, I have no idea, I've been trying to work that out for myself for a while now.
Thirdly, is the current status of horses really a source of major concern to you right now?
Is the Pope Catholic?
Thanks? Why, whatever for?
[HE SAYS, PLAYING INNOCENT WHILE MILKING THIS FOR ALL IT'S WORTH]
[HE SAYS, PLAYING INNOCENT WHILE MILKING THIS FOR ALL IT'S WORTH]
I know this is a bit unorthodox, but how would you feel about coming by my apartment to grade the final essays for the undergrad classes?
I suppose I would feel a bit unorthodox, all things considered. But that goes without saying.
Would your apartment be more convenient than some other alternative?
Would your apartment be more convenient than some other alternative?
A hypothetical question?
All right, go ahead...
All right, go ahead...
[ so this playing card, or rather, a hastily shot photograph of it is going to to be the first thing Fawkes sees when he opens his messages. The picture of the person in the card is obvious. ]
do I have to explain the Japanese to you on this card
I got it in the mail this morning
do I have to explain the Japanese to you on this card
I got it in the mail this morning
No, you don't. It's been a while since I've been home, but I haven't forgotten how to read Japanese.
Is that supposed to be some kind of prank?
Is that supposed to be some kind of prank?
I'm hanging in there, despite being a bit preoccupied with the events of some of my recent hallucinomemories.
Tell me the news, I'm on the edge of my seat.
Tell me the news, I'm on the edge of my seat.
[after this when ros told majima fawkes speaks japanese]
what the fuck you spoke japanese this whole time
what the fuck you spoke japanese this whole time
I'm half-Japanese and lived there with my mother before I moved here.
The only reason my name doesn't sound it is because she married a foreigner and took his name, and didn't want to saddle me with the awkwardness of being named something like "Hiroshi Fawkes".
The only reason my name doesn't sound it is because she married a foreigner and took his name, and didn't want to saddle me with the awkwardness of being named something like "Hiroshi Fawkes".
[minor detail: it's not really a text. it's a retrospec direct message bc it's got all those features and baren's stuck on it and he doesn't give out his phone number easily. he doesn't see a reason to hunt down and asks for fawkes' either. so here he is, literally sliding in the DMs in the evening like]
up for that adventure tonight, kitkat?
up for that adventure tonight, kitkat?
I'm surprised you're still up for it yourself, kokuchō. I thought for sure you'd take that raincheck and never collect.
But I'm free if you're willing.
But I'm free if you're willing.
Christopher. Will you come by, when you get this, please? It's a touch urgent.
Dr. Lut
[Wait, no. Delete delete delete, let's try that again.]
Rosalind? Of course, what is it? Are you all right?
[Wait, no. Delete delete delete, let's try that again.]
Rosalind? Of course, what is it? Are you all right?
What kind of coat are we talking about here? A parka?
7/10 i know we have like three threads going but also
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2017-07-11 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
I helped convince a student that his cohort has a tail today.
How are you?
How are you?
Edited 2017-07-11 01:26 (UTC)
For what it's worth, Majima has recently convinced me that I'd be attractive with a tail, so your student's cohort is in good company.
Bingo, I take it?
Bingo, I take it?
[ sup its majima also hes speaking japanese when he starts talking. ]
Damn I shoulda asked ya when Professor-han first suggested it - but Eijun said I have an accent? D'ya know what it is?
[ and although he usually uses "-san" with her when he's speaking english or writing it, when he's actually speaking japanese it's all kansaiben or bust. ]
Damn I shoulda asked ya when Professor-han first suggested it - but Eijun said I have an accent? D'ya know what it is?
[ and although he usually uses "-san" with her when he's speaking english or writing it, when he's actually speaking japanese it's all kansaiben or bust. ]
Oh, that's Kansai-ben.
[...Wait for it.]
Somehow I'm entirely unsurprised by that.
[oh look it's let's fly by the seat of our pants and try to sound like alex knows anything about japanese linguistic stereotypes o'clock]
[...Wait for it.]
Somehow I'm entirely unsurprised by that.
[oh look it's let's fly by the seat of our pants and try to sound like alex knows anything about japanese linguistic stereotypes o'clock]
[ Yato is really getting into the swing of this wish-granting thing. All it takes is some research -- easy when you're invisible to 99% of the population -- and some ingenuity to make the improbable happen.
Today, his target is one Kit "Kurama" Fawkes. How was Yato able to determine that the wish of the day came from this Kit guy? Like I said, research. And security camera footage. And some snooping into Retrospec posts. And a tiny bit of stalking. A whole lot of stalking.
And now his plan is ready action! Yato sneaks along the rooftops, watching Kurama as he ambles his way in and out of stores he inevitably walks away from empty-handed. The Target is moving just as planned... Time for Yato to make his move. He carefully jumps from building to building until he arrives at a video game store he knows Kurama likes to browse.
Yato slips in, and as usual, no one notices him. Unceremoniously, he drags the single employee behind the counter into a back room, knocks him out before he can protest, and steals his uniform. His sacrifice will be remembered.
Yato quickly dons a gigantic pair of non-prescription glasses that like to glint in the light and conveniently obscure his very blue eyes. A few quick arrangements around the store, and he's ready. Now he only has to wait for the Target to arrive... ]
Today, his target is one Kit "Kurama" Fawkes. How was Yato able to determine that the wish of the day came from this Kit guy? Like I said, research. And security camera footage. And some snooping into Retrospec posts. And a tiny bit of stalking. A whole lot of stalking.
And now his plan is ready action! Yato sneaks along the rooftops, watching Kurama as he ambles his way in and out of stores he inevitably walks away from empty-handed. The Target is moving just as planned... Time for Yato to make his move. He carefully jumps from building to building until he arrives at a video game store he knows Kurama likes to browse.
Yato slips in, and as usual, no one notices him. Unceremoniously, he drags the single employee behind the counter into a back room, knocks him out before he can protest, and steals his uniform. His sacrifice will be remembered.
Yato quickly dons a gigantic pair of non-prescription glasses that like to glint in the light and conveniently obscure his very blue eyes. A few quick arrangements around the store, and he's ready. Now he only has to wait for the Target to arrive... ]
[Little does The Target know he is about to be the subject of some Tactical Wish-Granting Action™. While at many of the other stores he's passed by, he's hovered by the windows and simply peered in without making any further moves, his local GameHop is one of the rare exceptions and he wastes no time in briskly pushing open the door and walking right in to check out the selection of games.
Not a bad selection, really — a few games he'll have to check out once he can save up enough for a console to play them on, and a few for ones he already has that he'll have to come up with a priority order for purchasing.
But his attention to thoroughness ends up taking him pretty much across the entire shop floor, pausing here and there as he weaves his way through the entire GameHop, utterly unsuspecting as to what is about to unfold.]
Not a bad selection, really — a few games he'll have to check out once he can save up enough for a console to play them on, and a few for ones he already has that he'll have to come up with a priority order for purchasing.
But his attention to thoroughness ends up taking him pretty much across the entire shop floor, pausing here and there as he weaves his way through the entire GameHop, utterly unsuspecting as to what is about to unfold.]
A present? What sort of present are you thinking of?
hey, you're the guy baren calls 'foxy', right?
you're the only one I didn't know out of the list he gave me, so
now that things aren't so fucking dire, figured I ought to say hi.
you're the only one I didn't know out of the list he gave me, so
now that things aren't so fucking dire, figured I ought to say hi.
Oh, good god, don't you start too.
Is that really how he singled me out to others? As "Foxy"?
Is that really how he singled me out to others? As "Foxy"?
[So. So it's September, isn't it?
It's September, and she hasn't an assistant any longer. Fawkes has a supervisor that isn't her, and though his thesis is still a work in progress, it's almost done. He simply has to put the final edits on it, but their professoinal obligation to one another is finished. She isn't his supervisor, and he's nothing more than a man, entirely free to stay or leave as he chooses.
It's September, and Rosalind feels a little breathless as she stands in front of her apartment building and waits for a man who is going to take her out simply because he likes her. There's no hint of coercion, no possible case for him going along with this because he feels as though his academic future is on the line. The world can watch them dance and chat and laugh with one another and there won't be a single negative consquence.
It's September, and it almost feels unreal. But here she is, in the dress that Fawkes had requested, her hair done up in something a little more intricate than her usual coiled braid.
There'll be dinner later, but it's the dancing Rosalind is truly looking forward to. She shifts her weight from side to side, trying not to give into her nerves. Four months of keeping each other at a relative distance means that certain instincts have been trained into her, and though she's more than ready to shed this stupid facade, it isn't so easy as that. She keeps wondering if she ought to step inside until he arrives, just to be sure no one remembers Dr. Lutece so dressed up and waiting, but it doesn't matter, not anymore.
She's a purse on as well. That's fairly noteworthy, given she typically doesn't carry one, and truth be told, she's not entirely certain about bringing this along. But they had wanted to experiment with the other vigor, and there's something oddly fitting about doing it on a night where they're officially starting their relationship. Devil's Kiss . . . there's half a dozen jokes that can be made, but she'll try to keep them to herself.
But ah, that's for later. That's for after they allow themselves the joy of getting to touch one another in public. No sense in wrecking things too early, hm?]
It's September, and she hasn't an assistant any longer. Fawkes has a supervisor that isn't her, and though his thesis is still a work in progress, it's almost done. He simply has to put the final edits on it, but their professoinal obligation to one another is finished. She isn't his supervisor, and he's nothing more than a man, entirely free to stay or leave as he chooses.
It's September, and Rosalind feels a little breathless as she stands in front of her apartment building and waits for a man who is going to take her out simply because he likes her. There's no hint of coercion, no possible case for him going along with this because he feels as though his academic future is on the line. The world can watch them dance and chat and laugh with one another and there won't be a single negative consquence.
It's September, and it almost feels unreal. But here she is, in the dress that Fawkes had requested, her hair done up in something a little more intricate than her usual coiled braid.
There'll be dinner later, but it's the dancing Rosalind is truly looking forward to. She shifts her weight from side to side, trying not to give into her nerves. Four months of keeping each other at a relative distance means that certain instincts have been trained into her, and though she's more than ready to shed this stupid facade, it isn't so easy as that. She keeps wondering if she ought to step inside until he arrives, just to be sure no one remembers Dr. Lutece so dressed up and waiting, but it doesn't matter, not anymore.
She's a purse on as well. That's fairly noteworthy, given she typically doesn't carry one, and truth be told, she's not entirely certain about bringing this along. But they had wanted to experiment with the other vigor, and there's something oddly fitting about doing it on a night where they're officially starting their relationship. Devil's Kiss . . . there's half a dozen jokes that can be made, but she'll try to keep them to herself.
But ah, that's for later. That's for after they allow themselves the joy of getting to touch one another in public. No sense in wrecking things too early, hm?]
[It's September, and he's officially out of the physics department, for all intents and purposes. He has a new professor acting as his immediate superior now, and a class of his very own to contend with teaching come the fall, and it's strange to think that he won't be spending his days in a corner of Dr. Lutece's classroom watching students start to sweat uncomfortably during extended lectures about quantum physics, but that he is going to be spending his after-hours at Rosalind's side watching her face light up with soft smiles and eager delight.
Strange to think his life is changing, for once, in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with Retrospec, and while the prospect of change is a little bit unnerving, it still feels as though it's likely to be change for the better, too.
It's not a dress she can easily ride on a motorcycle in, and he certainly wouldn't want to try riding it in a suit of his own, either — which is why when he pulls up to greet her, he's still in his street clothes, with a duffel bag slung across his back and a hint of a sheepish smile on his face.]
Rosalind.
[For a second, he just looks at her, appraising and appreciative and drinking in every bit of her.]
...I hope you don't mind if I borrow your keys, but I thought it'd be best if I just changed here before we left. And that your BMW might be better suited to getting us there than my motorcycle, all things considered.
Strange to think his life is changing, for once, in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with Retrospec, and while the prospect of change is a little bit unnerving, it still feels as though it's likely to be change for the better, too.
It's not a dress she can easily ride on a motorcycle in, and he certainly wouldn't want to try riding it in a suit of his own, either — which is why when he pulls up to greet her, he's still in his street clothes, with a duffel bag slung across his back and a hint of a sheepish smile on his face.]
Rosalind.
[For a second, he just looks at her, appraising and appreciative and drinking in every bit of her.]
...I hope you don't mind if I borrow your keys, but I thought it'd be best if I just changed here before we left. And that your BMW might be better suited to getting us there than my motorcycle, all things considered.
besides, you know I'll try anything twice.
let me know if you find anything good, alright?
[the worst conversations to misfire from are ALWAYS with baren.]
let me know if you find anything good, alright?
[the worst conversations to misfire from are ALWAYS with baren.]
Am I meant to be finding something good for you to try twice?
I'll have to get right on that. I'd hate to be remiss in my duties.
I'll have to get right on that. I'd hate to be remiss in my duties.
People clean lockers!
[Definitely a misfire.]
[Definitely a misfire.]
...That depends entirely on who's been calling you that.
Are friends' siblings really something you need to do anything about in the first place?
If I ask you what 'tumblr daddy' is supposed to mean, am I going to regret it?
I think we both will, frankly.
Where on earth did you hear THAT?
Where on earth did you hear THAT?
Oh. Hey...yes, I'm managing, fortunately. Or, well. I'm hanging in there, at least. I think.
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