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[onegreeneye]

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[onegreeneye]

[He just... groans, and scrubs at his face.] Great. And here I thought I was keeping it to myself.

[NIGHTMARE.]

So, if you've been bursting at the seams all this time, why didn't you ask before now?

[vagabone]

What? [What. Well, hm. Did he say it or just think it very loudly?]

You'd get all flustered and weird about it. I thought I said that! You don't like... feelings.

[onegreeneye]

It's-- well, no, I probably wouldn't be thrilled. [He can't completely deny it, after the last few minutes.] But it wouldn't be that bad. Probably better than leaving me to keep making a fool of myself.

[He might be sulking a little bit.]

[vagabone]

[Sulk all you want, he's not sorry. It's so refreshingly normal.]

But! It was for a good cause! Is. A good thing. Something to make people smile, not laugh at you. [He frowns...] Am I making sense?

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko squints at him.]

Maybe?

[He... still doesn't really know he feels about people reacting like that to something he didn't even know he was doing.]

[vagabone]

[He's half turned away suddenly, typing something on his stone... and grinning.]

I like seeing it. Seeing people be... be fools about each other.

[onegreeneye]

Eugh.

[Wait hang on. He frowns and leans toward Hector.] What are you doing over there?

[vagabone]

Not eugh!

[Too late, message sent. Mission accomplished. Don't ask him what the goal is, he doesn't have a clue.] Talk...ing...?

[onegreeneye]

[There's a lot behind that 'eugh'. But he'd rather not get into... any of it right now, frankly. He's spent enough time lately lecturing Hector when Hector was in no shape to process it.

He has no qualms, however, about pressing on this new issue, because that was suspicious as hell.] Really.

[vagabone]

[It would be far too easy for Ginko to take the stone from him. Only one way to prevent that... he sits up a little straighter, hiding the stone up inside his ribcage. Haha! There's just enough room for him to get his hands in there too and keep on texting, craning his head down to see.]

Of course really!

[onegreeneye]

[Wow, okay. OKAY. He wasn't particularly interested in trying to see the screen before, but THAT is more suspicious than ever.

He scoots over closer.] Who are you talking to, and why are you hiding your stone?

[vagabone]

[He hunches down even more, doing his best to curl into a ball. An impenetrable fortress of idiotic bones!!]

It's--it's personal! You reminded me of something, don't worry about it!

[onegreeneye]

[Hector, nothing you have said has been reassuring.]

Personal to you, or to me?

[vagabone]

Me! Me, of course, who else would it be about?

[There's that old sleezy charm. He's so bad at it.]

[onegreeneye]

You're full of shit.

[He knows what you sound like when you're full of shit, Hector. And he is trying to reach around the wall of bones for that stone.]

[vagabone]

Oye! [He shrinks back, trying to push Ginko away with a bony foot, since his hands are jammed inside his own ribs.] Stop that! Personal space! And I'm ticklish!

[onegreeneye]

[He keeps trying to grab at the phone for a couple seconds before giving up, because having a skeletal foot jabbing at his torso is exactly as uncomfortable as one would think. And also he doesn't want to screw up and accidentally crush Hector's ribcage or something.

So he backs off (kind of, he's still sitting very close by) and pulls his own stone out of his pocket.] Well, in that case, it should be alright if I have a second conversation too, right?

[vagabone]

Yes! It's alright, it's okay. Let's sit here and... and do double the talk.

[But he's keeping his hands and stone exactly where they were. Just in case. So far, no reply...]

[onegreeneye]

Great. Since it's only your personal business you're handling right now, I'm sure it'll be no problem if I check in with Epsilon.

[One guess as to what he's checking in about, Hector. There is one obvious answer as to who you'd be so damn weird about texting right now.]

[vagabone]

[R i p.]

You just left! How much trouble could he get into in half an hour?

[onegreeneye]

[He is already typing.]

Who knows. Anything could happen on this island, best to make sure.

[vagabone]

You... you... pessimist.

[Well. He's dead meat. Hooray.]

[onegreeneye]

You call me a pessimist, others call me naive. I'm practical.

[THAT isn't even him being snide, no matter how much he may smirk as he says it, it's just a statement.]

[vagabone]

You're practically... [Bah, who cares. He eases himself back down to a more comfortable position.]

Who would call you naive?

[onegreeneye]

Usually other mushi masters. [Another brief flash of a smile.] They didn't like how I viewed my job any more than you do.