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[seethedead]

[It's taken Joshua the better part of the week to succumb, thanks to seeing it happening to others and his own awareness of alternate possibilities, but it's finally hit him. He's sitting, legs crossed neatly and looking boredly at the back of his hand.]

This form, hm? Well, I suppose it's a change.

[He doesn't change forms, for the moment, remaining

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[mymuralspeaks]

[slowly succumbing himself, Sanae's not liking Josh's sudden change in attitude either]

Yo, Bossman, what's happened now?

[seethedead]

[Joshua just looks at him, slightly arched eyebrow but even you've managed to become dull to him, Mr. H. Not to mention that this was a stupid question.]

[mymuralspeaks]

[stupid questions seem to be safest right now when dealing with all the off the wall people.

Sanae lights up a cig and takes a drag, returning the look with one that's determined if strained]

[seethedead]

[Joshua leans back, not taking his eyes off the screen.] Nothing of interest, Sanae.

[And the fact that he only uses Mr. H's first name on serious occasions should be a hint.]