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[persimmonsplz]

This'll be pretty informal, I guess, but I haven't done anything like it before, so here it goes:

I need a job. You an' the rest of the city, Ichimaru, right? Here's the difference - I've got three days to get one or else… ah~ The repercussions are more than I can bear~ I ain't too picky, fortunately, so maybe someone's got space fer me somewhere.

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written. or text. or, :c you know.

[goldhue]

I think, you should keep growing them anyway. Paid or not. Not near the lake, of course. I would very likely bite you, but I'm sure you would suspect something like that.

video;

[persimmonsplz]

Why would I get bitten fer growin' 'em near the lake?

[goldhue]

It wouldn't be much different than murdering them, now, would it? So, that area. It's off limits. Don't even step near it. ... Are these things I-

Oh, yes, that's right. You'd gone missing for a while, hadn't you?

[persimmonsplz]

If yer talkin' about me bein' here before, then I guess so. I don't know if it's fair to call it missin', though.

[goldhue]

Matter of perspective, Gin! No matter. We can acqtaint ourselves all over again! New beginnings are hopefully little things.

When you - or the Other You ( I'm not terribly sure how it all works itself out ) - were here before, you rescued me. It was rather strange, and my fur bristled a little, but still - you did. From that lake, no less. Or, the things that come from it, rather.

It's still unsafe. I nearly died myself, so, again: I ask you to keep away from it. If it can stripe something like me down, I'd hate to see how it would treat an escort of souls.

[persimmonsplz]

-all this rescuin' I did fer people and I ain't got the courtesy to remember it. That's rude of me~

Did you say fur?

[goldhue]

Oh, yes. You read correctly. Fur. The thick, heavy kind. Or, no. Most of it's strewn about the city at this point. It'll come back in abundance once things are much cooler.

[persimmonsplz]

... Like an animal?

[goldhue]

I've met very few men with fur. Men who could become furred things and change right back, but never a man with fur.

An animal.

[persimmonsplz]

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An' yer typin' to me right now.

[goldhue]

Writing. I'm old fashioned, I guess.

[persimmonsplz]

Ha! I don't believe it. Sorry~

[goldhue]

Oh, you don't?

[persimmonsplz]

I've yet to see an animal wield a pencil with any success.

[goldhue]

'Yet', being the key word. I actually know a cat who's pretty decent with pencil-weilding. But, yes, they're generally rather difficult. I end up eating at least half of it when I try!

Brushes, though. They're much simplier.

[persimmonsplz]

Sounds like somethin' I need to see to believe.