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[onegreeneye]

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[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.

[vagabone]

[Wow!!]

Oh, excuse me if I'm creeped out by the idea of invisible critters crawling on me. [It'd sound a lot more harsh if it weren't Héctor, he of the goofy lilting voice and he who is totally slurring right now.]

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko snorts quietly.]

Alright, alright. [He can't claim not to see how they'd be unsettling, of course - he's as vocal as anyone who knows how the hell to work with mushi about being careful]

To be more precise: Some people more or less consider wiping mushi out wherever they're found to be the only way to deal with them. And some of those people assume that anyone who thinks otherwise must not know what they're talking about.

[And, of course, people who think like that are likely to take issue with more of Ginko's views than just his approach to his work.]

[vagabone]

[He pulls out one arm to raise a finger, stupidly dramatic. Something important to say!!]

But... you know! I'm the one who doesn't know what he's talking about. And I know it. And you know it.

[onegreeneye]

[Another hint of amusement.] You're not who I was talking about there, Hector. The fact that you hold one similar opinion doesn't mean you're exactly the same.

[If he were then... well, they probably wouldn't be friends.]

[vagabone]

Close enough. Closest you'll get around here. But I never had to live with them.

[Which means whatever nonsense he pictures in his mind is probably scarier than the real things. Maybe.]

[onegreeneye]

Mm. Guess so.

[Ginko looks down at his stone again and makes a quiet noise of triumph.] Knew it wasn't just your own business you were getting into.

[vagabone]

What? What's he telling you? [One hand and his own stone are still hidden inside his ribs, because he's being a total hypocrite. Also, trying to lean over and eyeball Ginko's stone.]

[onegreeneye]

Hey-- get back over there, you don't get to try this now. [He leans away, holding his phone away from Hector. If he can't see your messages you can't see his!!!]

[vagabone]

[Ughhhh goes the skeleton, relenting and giving up trying to peek.]

I'm not--[Nevermind, he's gotten another message too and he's trying to answer with very little space to work with.]

[onegreeneye]

If it's any comfort, he's barely told me anything.

[vagabone]

[He's so grinning at his stone. Awww.]

It's okay! We're only saying nice things!!

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko starts to say something, then scowls down at his own stone again.]

...Yeah, that's what he says too.

[Suspicious. He doesn't doubt that it's true, seeing as how Epsilon straight-up can't lie, but suspicious.]

[vagabone]

Hey! Hey. Heeey. Don't. Don't make faces. [He doesn't exactly have a metabolism. Of course he's still drunk.]

I would only ever say nice things!

[onegreeneye]

I'm not making faces.

[Not intentionally, anyway.]

See, I'm not worried that you're not being nice. I'm just worried about what that means.

[vagabone]

It means... he likes you.

[Sheesh. Don't overthink it, buddy.]

[onegreeneye]

[You know he overthinks things like it's his job, Hector. Which it kind of is.

Theoretically, it should go without saying that Epsilon, who has literally chosen to enter a romantic relationship with Ginko, probably likes him. But then Hector did go and say it, and that's very different from it just being something he can assume is probably true.

Anyway, the point is: Ginko fumbles to try and say something for a moment, but all he really manages is something that sounds kind of like "uh-- well. mm".

Give him a moment.]

[vagabone]

[It's fine. He'll wait, grinning in his ridiculous way, missing tooth and all. Isn't he such a good friend?]

[onegreeneye]

[He can't believe you would do this to him, Hector. At least it doesn't take Ginko too long to find his voice again.]

Look, the point is-- just because you two consider what you're saying "nice" doesn't mean I want it being said.

[vagabone]

[Hmmmmmm!]

What exactly do you not want said?