ITP - Doing one's job.

[nospringflower]

[There's a box in the middle of camp, filled to the brim with rape whistles and a tengu calmly sitting beside it, drinking from his bowl]

Comments

[andcontrarywise]

*glancing over the selection*

So very many of them?

[nospringflower]

There's a lot of people like you.

[andcontrarywise]

Why, one should be both offended and amused. Like oneself? But shouldn't the number in the box be more in proportion to potential... whistlers, as the case might be.

[nospringflower]

I'm not in charge of how many and whatnot. I just give the whistles to the campers.

[andcontrarywise]

And then you abandon them to the wilds with only a whistle to protect them from people like oneself.

[nospringflower]

I am stronger than I look.

[andcontrarywise]

Ah, and so that is the way of it.

[nospringflower]

You may not remember me, but I remember you.

[andcontrarywise]

One might argue that your bias is quite unfounded - one has not met you before in the least. Yet that should be pointless, one suspects. So rather, allow one to ask...

How did our previous relationship go?

[nospringflower]

...

[andcontrarywise]

*circles around his chair and leans in closer*

Oh, one sees. Clearly your strength made a great impression. One wonders, if one had been here before, would one truly have remembered you even then?

Your face, perhaps...

It is a pretty face.

[nospringflower]

Don't call me pretty!

[andcontrarywise]

Do you object to the truth?

[nospringflower]

Of course not--That is not a truth!

[andcontrarywise]

One has quite some experience with prettiness - one knows it when it manifests so clearly.

[nospringflower]

Then get your eyes checked.