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[ghostfromthemachine]

[ perhaps you were following the feeling of something present, or maybe you're completely oblivious to that sort of thing and were just wandering around. either way, you've stumbled across a small copper offering bowl sitting on a rock in the park. chances are there's some sort of trinket in there already: a few coins, or a candy bar. maybe a feather or a strawberry.

there's a slightly worn bit of paper tucked under the bowl. "因果応報" has been carefully caligraphed onto it, with a translation in plainer writing underneath— "what goes around comes around."

will you leave something? ]

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[goatsongs]

My priorities which are in the correct place.

[ghostfromthemachine]

...the correct place, hmm.

[ looking at him

and where he is currently located

then back up to his face ]

[goatsongs]

This is your fault for stealing my hat in the first place.

[He's gonna actually get up now.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ aw. stretching and then sitting up ]

If I actually minded I wouldn't have invited roughhousing that way to begin with. Or let you catch me, for that matter.

[goatsongs]

It's not the roughhousing that's weird.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ raises both eyebrows at him ]

[goatsongs]

Shut up.

[But Kaiko isn't actually saying anything...]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ snorts and mimes zipping her mouth shut ]

[goatsongs]

[Huff.]

I have my hat back and we'll never speak about this again.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ covering her mouth and dropping her voice to its lowest register to murmur ominously: ]

For now.

[goatsongs]

I regret ever leaving you an offering, even once.

[ghostfromthemachine]

As though I wouldn't come bother you for other reasons.

[goatsongs]

You only love me for my candy.

[ghostfromthemachine]

Ah, don't forget the book you promised me. That's important, too.

[goatsongs]

Everyone should love my poetry, it goes without saying.

[Chuuya's a shit sometimes.]