[he stumbles a bit in the snow, nothing bad, just a little hiccup in his walk.]
I'm going.
[DON'T CALL HIM OUT. he goes to dig up some of the frosting--sorry whatever spirit runs this place, he's taking it in one of the piping bags and going directly back to mugen.]
Mm. If you could go back, would you? Not the other place. But home.
[this is....... extremely bizarre, not sure i like how stupid they are to be able to simply do this without question just because they've seen stuff as weird.
it's fine.]
There's food, places to sleep. We don't have to pay.
[he, um, very badly squeegees out some frosting onto... mugen's... arm.]
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[hehe
he points at one of the buildings nestled between some of the other ones. bakery! frosting time. he'll... help.]
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he gently knocks his shoulder into jin's at that. there's a hint of a smile playing at his lips. as they go into the building: ]
Go get me some of the white sweet shit and stop getting all feelsy on me. [ huff. ]
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I'm going.
[DON'T CALL HIM OUT. he goes to dig up some of the frosting--sorry whatever spirit runs this place, he's taking it in one of the piping bags and going directly back to mugen.]
Mm. If you could go back, would you? Not the other place. But home.
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... Dunno. [ he says, thoughtfully, holding out his detached arm for jin to put frosting on it. ] This really ain't so bad, here.
Could do with more hot girls and less stuck up jackasses, though. Might go back just for that. [ ... ] S'kinda boring.
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it's fine.]
There's food, places to sleep. We don't have to pay.
[he, um, very badly squeegees out some frosting onto... mugen's... arm.]
Mm. There is a lack of prostitutes...