[...huh. So he was right about that and someone definitely owes him!!! GOD!!!! His face provides no tells, but he cants his head just slightly.]
Tokens. [There's a slight nod.] Could be the currency of this place, sure. But how do you keep track of how many you have? [He's eyeing the shell. Is there a bank account on there what the fuck.]
A what? [Like. He just asks that on instinct because for a moment he thinks he's misheard her. But no, he sees it out of the corner of his eye and stares long enough to try and figure out what in the fuck.]
What in the fuck were you guys told to do? Baking a cake seems really, really easy.
Ours wanted a tit-fucking cake. Judging by those broadcasts earlier, I'd say another group had to have some really bad sex. There's no way it was just follow the leader.
Weirdly specific. [He's back to eyeing the cake again. Hm. Also he could 100% just not tell her, but:] Today I learned that I'm apparently bad at giving lapdances. Bullshit, right?
[If he pretends to huff and fuss about it maybe it'll be less annoying and embarrassing.]
[He's about to say "seriously???" but hm. Right. Brothel. Also, Zero as a person in general.]
And I don't know how to bake but I probably couldn't screw up too much. So much for getting what we wanted. [There's an annoyed frown.] Was your prize even worth the effort?
Not even close. Doesn't even work on anything from what I can tell. [Don't mind him, he's wandering closer to the titty-fucking cake to look.] What was it?
[Well. Okay, sure, he doesn't care much and he looks a little confused then.] A necklace filled with dirt. Could you get it open to see the dirt inside? [ And to be sure to be fair:] We got chalk. Not very useful either.
One of the people scribbling on the walls might mug you for it.
[ a new ~*writing implement*~ after all. ]
And no, I'm just wildly guessing about what's inside it. [ a beat ] The top can be unscrewed, but I'm going to try and eat the stuff to figure out what it is.
What, you don't think I could take them if they tried? [His twink arms are maybe sometimes useful.] Eating it doesn't sound that effective, but if the top can be opened...maybe it's supposed to go somewhere else. Who can say?
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Tokens. [There's a slight nod.] Could be the currency of this place, sure. But how do you keep track of how many you have? [He's eyeing the shell. Is there a bank account on there what the fuck.]
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[ what do you mean you didn't fuck, junpei ]
I guess you could just keep a running total, if you really need to.
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[...curiosity's going to kill the Junpei, but he's gotta ask.] And how many do you have so far? [He just wants to see what she'll say, it's fine.]
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[ she's so casual abt it? ]
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Fair enough. [But... ] Wonder if that means these things are indestructible. Guess you got a mission, too? ...in the kitchen.
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Ugh, don't remind me. What the fuck kind of ghosts wants a cake?
[ and if you look to your right, Junpei will get a glimpse of said cake. said... tit-fucking cake... god that must be awkward. ]
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What in the fuck were you guys told to do? Baking a cake seems really, really easy.
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[ baking is hard when you just steal other people's food ok ]
This stupid shell started screaming at us to "do it by the book" - why, what'd yours want?
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[He's skimping on the details but it's fine. No one needs to know. ]
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Ours wanted a tit-fucking cake. Judging by those broadcasts earlier, I'd say another group had to have some really bad sex. There's no way it was just follow the leader.
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[If he pretends to huff and fuss about it maybe it'll be less annoying and embarrassing.]
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[ hm deja vu ]
Are you kidding me? Just a lapdance? I'd take that over this cooking bullshit any day.
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And I don't know how to bake but I probably couldn't screw up too much. So much for getting what we wanted. [There's an annoyed frown.] Was your prize even worth the effort?
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[ judging by her tone, she doubts it. ]
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Mine for yours, got it? [ and before he can even agree or not, she barrels ahead. ah, it wasn't a question, it was an order. ]
A necklace filled with dirt - I'm just stunned with all the possible ways to use it.
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[ a new ~*writing implement*~ after all. ]
And no, I'm just wildly guessing about what's inside it. [ a beat ] The top can be unscrewed, but I'm going to try and eat the stuff to figure out what it is.
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Great, I'll keep an eye out for somewhere that looks too clean. [ that probably wasn't what he was suggesting? ]
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[Did they really leave it with Zero...]
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[ zero that might not be how it works... ]
Did one of you get a note too?
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I've been keeping our team's note, yeah. Can't read anything it says but it's probably important.
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If they're going to give us something, they should at least make it legible.
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