VII - What about everything [audio]

[istoppedtime]

[The feed clicks on as Jotaro starts to say something, but is cut off by a coughing fit. Ugh. That does not sound very nice. Next time don't spend an event week smoking when you actually quit over a decade ago.

He doesn't quite have his breath back by the time he does talk, a cold, flat two words.]

Stop apologizing.

[That will be all, ladies

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[mere_shopkeeper]

Ah, I'm sorry, Jotaro-san...

[istoppedtime]

... you ever shut up?

[mere_shopkeeper]

Sometimes~! I do apologize if it bothers you~

[istoppedtime]

So. This your coping mechanism or something?

[mere_shopkeeper]

Ah, I'm sorry... Is what my coping mechanism~?

[istoppedtime]

Stupid jokes.

[mere_shopkeeper]

...I'm joking?

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[istoppedtime]

Yare yare daze... I know what you are. Drop the idiot act.

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[mere_shopkeeper]

What I am? You mean a mere shopkeeper~?

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[istoppedtime]

I mean a shinigami officer. Who's getting on my nerves.

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[mere_shopkeeper]

Maa... Just because I'm a shinigami doesn't mean I'm a shinigami officer, now does it~? But I am sorry for getting on your nerves~!

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[istoppedtime]

So you're a lower pay soul-reaping death god?

[Because seriously Urahara, 'officer' isn't the keyword here.]

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[mere_shopkeeper]

...I'm getting paid? Where's my money-- Ah! Yoruichi-san must be buying milk with it all the time!

[Pout. He's still missing the point, isn't he~?]

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[istoppedtime]

[Oh well, change of tactics. You had your chance.]

... fuck only knows how death even works where you're from.

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[mere_shopkeeper]

I'm sorry, death?

[Ponders before he smiles and holds up a finger.]

You die. The end!

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[istoppedtime]

And then you weirdos come along.