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( 003 » ENSEMBLE ) party time.
» WHO? Everyone
» WHEN? July 1 to July 8
» WHERE? Entire Station
» WHAT? 168 hours of being forced to listen to cheesy music on repeat…
» WARNINGS? the mundane and slightly ridiculous becoming terrible, cheesy pop music, forced sleep deprivation, anger, loss of control, emotions, potential for stabbing, hallucinations, mania, memory loss, confusion, seizures, depression.
It starts in the mess hall and it starts slowly. At first, it can barely be heard over the conversations that are happening but as the volume increases, it becomes apparent that music is playing. Not just any music: characters from Earth will recognise these pop hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re the kind of hits one might find on a Spotify playlist titled “Top 100 Cheesy Hits” or “Songs To Sing To In The Shower”. Power ballads. Boy bands. Girl bands. Woodstock.
Soon, the music can be heard all across the station, blasting from every speaker, audible in every room. Characters who were asleep in their quarters will be woken by the music’s volume, characters under the shower might want to start singing along (but remember, the walls might just be thin enough for the neighbours to hear) and if characters clear some chairs, there’s enough space in the bar for an impromptu dance floor.
Some characters have been working on improving the replicators, too, so while the alcohol supplies at the bar are dwindling and all but gone, the replicators are now capable of making something that’s palatable, even if it’s not quite up to scratch.
What’s the harm in having some fun? It’s just a little music, right?
It’s just a little music, right? And it is — but it just won’t seem to stop. The first few hours may have been entertaining, at least for those who did not get woken up by the sound of decades (centuries, even) in the past, but the music keeps going long past the point of entertainment.
After two hours, the songs start repeating. After six hours, they’re still playing. After twelve? Still playing. Twenty-four? Still playing.
Sleep becomes all but impossible as the music keeps playing loudly in every room and every corridor of the station. Attempts to shut it down prove unsuccessful.
Forty-eight hours later, the music is still playing.
Characters will begin to suffer the effects of sleep deprivation, in addition to the general irritation that might come from hearing the same two hours worth of cheesy pop songs on a loop: headaches, exhaustion, tremors, irritability and confusion to begin with, followed by lapses in memory, muscle aches, malaise, violent behaviour, hallucinations or mania as cognitive effects set in, possibly also seizures and depression.
And still, the music keeps playing.
The music and the sleep deprivation it causes are the reason for many of the symptoms people are feeling, but something is happening that goes even beyond the music, beyond the lack of sleep: something has changed about the food replicators.
The food is slowly getting better, for one, thanks to a group of individuals who’ve been working on improving them. Beyond that, however, imperceptible, the composition of the food comes with something extra -- namely heightened emotions. Whatever causes it, it’s in the water, too.
Those who are already angry feel angrier and have a harder time controlling that anger. Those who are already sad feel sadder and have a harder time not bursting into tears. Those who are already apathetic feel more apathetic and have a harder time prompting themselves to so much as move. The effect holds for all emotions, heightening them, making them harder to control or counteract. Impulses become action far more quickly than usual. Irritation at the music may become anger at the person singing along under their breath and that, in turn, may lead to someone getting stabbed with a plastic fork.
It’s nearly impossible to keep a cool head, though some people seem more affected than others.
OOC: This part of the plot is completely opt-in. Whatever characters are feeling will be heightened and strengthened and their impulse control lowered. Make sure to get ooc permission for any stabby action of comparable deeds, and keep in mind that non-con is prohibited in game.
After 168 hours, the music stops. Whatever was in the water and the food is gone again, meaning characters may never know it was there in the first place. After all, some of the effects of it could have been down to the sleep deprivation as well…
Still, there’s something off about the whole thing. It might seem like someone is watching them. Toying with them. But surely that’s just paranoia, right?
In the aftermath of sleep deprivation and poor impulse control, characters might want to get some sleep or try to mend those relationships that were damaged by careless words or people getting creative with the cutlery.
Please remember to put warnings in subject lines if so required.
» WHEN? July 1 to July 8
» WHERE? Entire Station
» WHAT? 168 hours of being forced to listen to cheesy music on repeat…
» WARNINGS? the mundane and slightly ridiculous becoming terrible, cheesy pop music, forced sleep deprivation, anger, loss of control, emotions, potential for stabbing, hallucinations, mania, memory loss, confusion, seizures, depression.
0 0 1 » LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED
It starts in the mess hall and it starts slowly. At first, it can barely be heard over the conversations that are happening but as the volume increases, it becomes apparent that music is playing. Not just any music: characters from Earth will recognise these pop hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re the kind of hits one might find on a Spotify playlist titled “Top 100 Cheesy Hits” or “Songs To Sing To In The Shower”. Power ballads. Boy bands. Girl bands. Woodstock.
Soon, the music can be heard all across the station, blasting from every speaker, audible in every room. Characters who were asleep in their quarters will be woken by the music’s volume, characters under the shower might want to start singing along (but remember, the walls might just be thin enough for the neighbours to hear) and if characters clear some chairs, there’s enough space in the bar for an impromptu dance floor.
Some characters have been working on improving the replicators, too, so while the alcohol supplies at the bar are dwindling and all but gone, the replicators are now capable of making something that’s palatable, even if it’s not quite up to scratch.
What’s the harm in having some fun? It’s just a little music, right?
( ♪ )
0 0 2 » I WANT OFF THIS RIDE
It’s just a little music, right? And it is — but it just won’t seem to stop. The first few hours may have been entertaining, at least for those who did not get woken up by the sound of decades (centuries, even) in the past, but the music keeps going long past the point of entertainment.
After two hours, the songs start repeating. After six hours, they’re still playing. After twelve? Still playing. Twenty-four? Still playing.
Sleep becomes all but impossible as the music keeps playing loudly in every room and every corridor of the station. Attempts to shut it down prove unsuccessful.
Forty-eight hours later, the music is still playing.
Characters will begin to suffer the effects of sleep deprivation, in addition to the general irritation that might come from hearing the same two hours worth of cheesy pop songs on a loop: headaches, exhaustion, tremors, irritability and confusion to begin with, followed by lapses in memory, muscle aches, malaise, violent behaviour, hallucinations or mania as cognitive effects set in, possibly also seizures and depression.
And still, the music keeps playing.
( ♪ )
0 0 3 » THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE WATER
The music and the sleep deprivation it causes are the reason for many of the symptoms people are feeling, but something is happening that goes even beyond the music, beyond the lack of sleep: something has changed about the food replicators.
The food is slowly getting better, for one, thanks to a group of individuals who’ve been working on improving them. Beyond that, however, imperceptible, the composition of the food comes with something extra -- namely heightened emotions. Whatever causes it, it’s in the water, too.
Those who are already angry feel angrier and have a harder time controlling that anger. Those who are already sad feel sadder and have a harder time not bursting into tears. Those who are already apathetic feel more apathetic and have a harder time prompting themselves to so much as move. The effect holds for all emotions, heightening them, making them harder to control or counteract. Impulses become action far more quickly than usual. Irritation at the music may become anger at the person singing along under their breath and that, in turn, may lead to someone getting stabbed with a plastic fork.
It’s nearly impossible to keep a cool head, though some people seem more affected than others.
OOC: This part of the plot is completely opt-in. Whatever characters are feeling will be heightened and strengthened and their impulse control lowered. Make sure to get ooc permission for any stabby action of comparable deeds, and keep in mind that non-con is prohibited in game.
( ♪ )
0 0 4 » AFTERMATH
After 168 hours, the music stops. Whatever was in the water and the food is gone again, meaning characters may never know it was there in the first place. After all, some of the effects of it could have been down to the sleep deprivation as well…
Still, there’s something off about the whole thing. It might seem like someone is watching them. Toying with them. But surely that’s just paranoia, right?
In the aftermath of sleep deprivation and poor impulse control, characters might want to get some sleep or try to mend those relationships that were damaged by careless words or people getting creative with the cutlery.
( ♪ )
day one
[ Fucking... who gave this punk drumsticks.
Ren turns and starts making swipes at the sticks, and sure, Ren's set to win in a dexterity-based contest of wills but he's perfectly fine with full on tackling to protect his life. ]
Friendship never ends, Ryuji.
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He scratches the bridge of his nose, smirking as Ren knocks a stick down. He's left with one, so he'll just... softly... tap once, twice, in rhythm to the beat.]
I can't sing worth shit, so don't expect me to go pro.
[He thinks about that for a second, and then hands Ren over the lonely stick.]
Beatboxing, though. That's right up my alley. Wanna form a band, dude?
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The stick in question is captured and summarily twirled between Ren's fingers with a cocky look when its pair joins in. One's okay but not nearly as useful without the other. ]
What? You've never beatboxed in front of me.[ Ren recreates Yusuke's finger frames, extended unevenly on two sides by the drumsticks as Ren squints through it. nice! Professor Root will love to see this perfect shot of a Pikaryu. ] You got the JRap delinquent look and everything and you've chosen to hold out on me. Messed up, Ryuj.
[ His hands drop, flashing a grin while the sticks are whirled into a traditional grip and buzzed a few times on the corridor wall; inexpert but not unenthusiastic. Just hard to find a beat when "Sweet Dreams" is all drum machine and synth. ]
But yeah, I'm game. We can do it as a side project to your blossoming manga career - oh! We could write the OP or ED or both to the anime adaptation of your award-winning, worldwide super popular manga.
All right, we need a cool name. And are we gonna recruit more members?
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And of course, since it's something that requires some creativity, he's naturally cagey about it in the first place. He doesn't want a repeat of his earnest attempts at creating the first calling card to be brought as evidence into the courtroom. Ryuji smiles coyly.]
'Cause you've never asked. [Listen, that's completely not the point, and you know it, you little shit.
For example. Sweet Dreams? Okay. He's heard this one a few times, he knows the basic beat of it. Ryuji was pretty good at keeping time in his head, which was what made him a not-horrible drummer, and cups his hand to his mouth. It starts off with a small set of kicks and hi hats, mostly just in tune to the beat- until he starts mixing in a few notes of actual sound that match the harmony of the song, and when it comes together it's not? terrible?
But Ryuji's flustered as fuck at the reveal, and he waves his hand in front of his face when it's done, as if in a way apologizing.]
Er... UH. Anyway. I'm kinda fond of the Bass Cadets.
[FUCK HIS UNINTENTIONAL LOVE OF PUNS.]
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And he puts himself down like that but to Ren's relatively hip hop-attuned ear he's pretty good? He admits he had a mile-wide< emo/alternative rock phase in middle school so he might not be the world's best purveyor of taste, but Ren is a real proponent of chasing down the things that make you happy and if a bit of amateur beatboxing makes Ryuji happy he can't raise a single argument.
Ren can feel a tiny smile cut across his mouth, ready to offer come encouragement sprinkled with constructive criticism once it seems Ryuji's finishing. But then it seems to... stick? No sooner than when Ryuji tries to wave off the attention. C-cute... ]
You would be.
[ It was punintentional, Ren is assured. ]
Y'know, if you wanted to do something like that here it wouldn't be that hard. No one really knows anything about anyone if you haven't said it; so no one knows you're a delinquent with a reputation 'cept us that know how much of a punk you are.
[ Half a step closer, the rest of the way is bridged by one drumstick and goes tap against the metal cuffs Ryuji's put on his ear, Ren's grin gone sidelong, fond. ]
We don't have instruments but if you wanna practice sticks're all we need.
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Kind of why he loved it growing up. You don't have to hear things you don't want to hear when you're listening to music. Yeah. Enough said.]
Well, yeah. I don't care what people think of my rep anyway. [His head jerks back when the tip of the drumstick clamors up the side of his ear cuffs. They were still a little sore from the puncturing, but for the most part it closed up pretty well. He fondly waves his hand in front of him so that Ren doesn't try that a second time, chuckling at how dumb the both of them really are.]
With all this metal around, I bet it'll sound like a giant steel drum if you learn to hit the sweet spots on the walls.
[Bangin' on a trash can
Drummin' on a street light
One little voice is calling me, calling me~
Yeah, I just brought up Doug in 2018, tyool.]
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Shut up. Goddamn he loves him. Where the hell does he get off floating into puntopia and referencing Doug in the brackets while Ren's standing right here making dopey eyes at his dumb face and punk, self done earrings. Freakin' nerd. Ren's the tool here.
Guess Ren didn't need sound to drown out his problems growing up. His bad. Books did just fine taking him places outside the bounds of small town living, so music was sort of left on the table, not that he didn't enjoy some nice Top 40 bangers of the day and therefore know some through osmosis.
He starts down the corridor slowly, tapping the stick in a lazy test of Ryuji's theory while the other swings loosely from his free hand. ]
Aren't steel drums hollow? If we're about to find some secret doors or something I'm glad we got our Personas back just in time to find One-Eyed Willy's map.
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Heh... hehehe....
[Oh no.
Ren, what've you done.]
One... eyed... willy.... [He has to cover his mouth from the legit amount of snerking that's going on right now. Because your best friend over here? Is practically a 9 year old giggling at a penis joke right now.]
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In the same way that Ren throws him off Ryuji likes to do the same like a bleached blond wrecking ball, and maybe by now Ren should expect him to latch onto the first opportunity for asinine humor and run with it because That's What He Does and wow, small mercy because that means Ren doesn't have to default to doing it as teenage boy code dictates.
Yet this cannot go unpunished.
A clatter barely makes a dent over the blaring music cuz he doesn't care about the drumsticks or the weather report and what manner of male humans it is foretold to precipitate, but Ren cares a lot about 1) not headlocking Ryuji due to his recently pierced ears and 2) nonetheless half-tackling him into ths wall with some armpit tickles for dat ass. ]
Freaking nerd.
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It kills Ryuji a little bit. He's so starved for affection and yet, so many parts of his skin that aren't covered by his earnest attempt to SWOLE UP are incredibly sensitive, and instead of the smooth ASMR that gentle touching gives to him and straightens up the hair at the back of his neck, he's. Just dying. Flailing, trying to get out of dodge because this town right here is fucked and he wants to get out before the Mission Impossible explosion that's going to happen.
An eruption of laughter escapes him as he curls down and forward, trying to get his body down on the floor---]
N---no!! C'MON -MAN--- HAH... THIS AIN'T... HEHE... THIS AIN'T RI...HAHAHAHA RIGHT, STOP!!!!
[In a desperate attempt, he reaches up and steals Ren's glasses right off his face. Time to smash.]
I'LL DO IT, I SWEAR I'll DO IT.
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Punk! Who cARES THEY'RE DESIGNER SPECS.
[ Is he lying to get Ryuji to drop them? wHo KnOwS. Ren's looking for a window to bat the glasses out of Ryuji's grip and, success or no, leverages his weight onto his prone bestie and lays the fuck in. Partly because he's a degenerate and he deserves this, but also because of the giddy sunshine energy that fills Ren's spine and jets out to the furthest reaches of his body just because of Ryuji's helpless laughter is turning out to be the best kind of feedback rush.
Oooh, is that a vulnerable lil neck? Let's see that mothertrucker turn redder than his damn jumpsuit. ]
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You're lucky you're not Aizawa, Ren. Otherwise there would be kneeing involved. And probably, ice packs. Lots of balls on ice.]
DID YOU DESIGN THEM AT THE 100 YEN STORE- ACK--- I SAID STOP, GODDAMNIT. DON'T TOUCH MY EFFIN' NECK THAT'S MY SWEET SPOT AND I DON'T WANNA JIZZ THE JIMMIES IN FRONT OF YOU.
[Gross.
Fuck it, those glasses are going straight on Ryuji's face for safekeeping, so he dons the mask of the eternal nerd, just so that it allows him the free reign of his hands. Which are being aptly used to grab Ren's and try to twist them away from him- if he gets a spare moment of weakness to do that, he's going to use his torso to push forward and hold Ren in place.
Let's wrastle.
You wanna wrastle?
This isn't a regulation match, so that full nelson is pretty much waiting for you buddy.]
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Sex metaphors. ]
Freaking what- JESUSFUCK.
[ Saying off-the-wall batshit things that throw Ren off = exploiting a moment of weakness: check? In the middle of his brain halting to process that is when Ryuji flips the script and Ren is suddenly a freaking scarecrow or something!
This is nonregulation for a ticklefight you jerk. Ren's just sorta baffled as to how to actually get out of this, pushing backwards and trying to swing this monkey off his goddamn back. ]
I'm gonna - get you - !
[ Crack! Snap! Ren's bound up but that doesn't mean he can't reach over and slap at your arms and neck, dude. ]
Yeah, stings don't it!
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Night emissions are embarrassing, okay? (God, I'm sorry to anyone reading this thread right now, this is disgusting. Teens are gross.)]
[Anyway, Ryuji's laughter is an arpeggio of sound over the rowdy music that's softly playing overhead, and it's got him in such a good mood, that he can't overlook how incredibly well of a job he's doing at subduing Ren into a strangle hold. Kind of makes you wonder what Ryuji would be like if he ever had a brother to fight with like this- would he be immeasurably better at ganking and spawn camping? Would he be able to throw down at the drop of a hat? Abs-olutely.
Get it? Muscle jokes.
He tightens his grip a little bit, even as he's being smacked at, because, really, Ryuji's taken blows from slime monsters and practically inhaled primordial ooze when pieces literally got in his mouth (bludgeoning, man. It's a dangerous thing), so he'll just provoke more out of him.]
HUH? WHAT'S THAT? LOOKS LIKE A MOSQUITO GOT IN THE STATION. DAMN, THESE LITTLE BLOOD SUCKERS ARE KINDA ANNOYING, BUT I GOT MORE IMPORTANT FISH TO FRY. HAH.
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leg up.
And all right, Ren was trying not to hurt Ryuji but he sees now the error of his ways in electing to babyfight the group tank. Gomenasai, Ren won't be making the same mistake. He could use the same avenue of attack as when he got himself free from the same hold back when he was picking Ryuji up from his secret tryst with Akira, but in the interest of variety and pettiness - ]
You'd know annoying you little frIGGING GNAT - !
[ Ren wrenches his head inward and while that sadly puts his nose closer to Ryuji's stanky pits Ren thinks he can withstand the oh so manly aroma long enough to use his shoulder's new freer range of motion to crane his arm up, over, and directly to Ryuji's face where it seems prudent to apply the force with the heel of his hand until such a time as either Ryuji stops talking shit or he chews his own lips off with the pressure on his teeth. It's a real nice mouthfeel. ]
Best hope I don't get free, dipshit!
[ Which is exactly what he's attempting to accomplish by hip checking this sharkass nerd into the corridor wall. ]
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Or so he thinks, as he chomps down on his tongue pretty hard, and immediately he can start feeling it swell up. What an asshole! What a great, mother fucking asshole. Ryuji sorely tries to counter that, but here he is, getting pushed up against the wall, and shit- it looks like he's being bested.
Damn, you win this one, Amamiya.]
UNF. Asshole!!! [Ryuji's laughing, though, and he can't control himself as he tries to keel over. But wait! There's always one last attack.
A wet willy.
You're gettin' in. It's happening. You're doomed.]
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But hey, it's not like Ren doesn't get it. He's a quiet dude but the exertion is nice and, uh, exerting. Really not what he got down to in middle or high school which is shocking for how evidently acrobatic he is in the Metaverse, like, thanks high metabolism? He guesses.
Point is Ren can be caught laughing between the semi-authentic grunts trying to get the monkey off his back and just when he thinks he's succeeded... ]
Yeah, that's right, say un-CLE - AH HELL!
[ GROSS. TOTALLY GROSS. HE TRUSTED YOU, SAKAMOTO. HIS BACK WAS TURNED AND YOU CHOSE THE PATH OF THE COWARD AND NOW HE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO DESTROY YOU. ]
They won't find your body -
[ Ren grabs onto the forearms holding him in place, braces one leg back to trip Ryuji up and hup - hurls that jackass over his shoulder and ass over teakettle. While he's recovering his breath Ren is just gonna follow up and casually sit on his chest, leaning over to peer at his reddening face. ]
Having trouble breathing there, Ryuj? Shit, you're looking kinda out of it, bro.
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Never.]
OOF.
[When the fuck did Ren have time to learn hapkido!? He was with him, like, all the damn time back home. Ryuji's no longer counting dollars, he's counting stars as they kind of float in his peripheral vision. If he had a white flag, he might consider waving it. Too far, man. Too far.]
Leave it to you to take my breath away, bro.
[Let him stay there on the floor, dead.]
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I'm goddamn amazing, glad you recognize that, bro.
[ Please he weighs less than a sack of rice while he's soaking wet, don't tell him you're this weak after all that training. ]
You alive?
[ Reach aaaaaand noogienoogienoogienoogie~. ]
Do you yield, good sir?
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C'mon, have some humility!
[He's seen you pull off those sick flips, he knows how much you can be all about the flair, and he's not having any of that finely ground sugary sweet bullshit.
GOD, WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM A NOOGIE?! His head rattles, he closes his eyes tightly and it's horrible because Ryuji both loves the physical touch (any touch, really, he's such a slut for that sort of thing) and hates how it feels against his head, especially since his perpetually dyed hair is so stringy and brittle after all this time of bleaching. Goes to show how little he cares about his hair health despite... you know, absolutely loving the way it looks.]
Yield!? Me!? Never? I bite my thumb at you! [Listen, it's the only funny thing he found in all of his lit classes, ever. The stupidest part of Romeo and Juliet, the fight sequence at the beginning and then everything after that is a blur. Something about poison? Love?
Booooring.]
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Huh? Were you saying something not flattering me? Eh?
[ A nice healthy dose of that delinquent accent is thrown in there just for fun~. It helps distract from the chance that Ryuji remembers the last time Ren hand his hands in his dumb over bleached hair since going for other angles of attack will, uh. Get jizzy with it, allegedly.
And, you know, Ren's happy horsing around with Ryuji. If that isn't clear when he lets his mask fall around him when they're alone then it's in the way Ren gets his other hand in on the action for a good ole double fisted hair ruffle, face scrunching up with the (giggly, what a nerd) effort. ]
A plague o'er your house!
[ Ren was able to stay awake but he's pretty sure that shibes weren't in Shakespeare. ]
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Or something like that. Ryuji takes a moment to scrunch his face up like he just got a whiff of something he didn't like the smell of.]
A plague or a house? I'm gonna take the house. Duuuh.
[This kid...
Is so dumb.]
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You're so dumb, Ryuji
takes off clothes. ]That is literally so stupid I can't respond to it, wow.
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[This infallible logic is the pillar of society of which Ryuji stands on. It echoes through the ages, immutable and spitting out the sickest reason bombs the world has ever seen.
Maybe he's playing it up a little bit, but it's always best to see Ren be so incredibly exasperated with him. It's kind of like winning a plush toy at the crane game, but with far less yen being shuffled into the machine.
So, yeah. He'll take it. And smile.]
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