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[greatcuppajoe]

Hey, Willow! Sorry for takin' so long, I think I've got something workin' most of the time. Bit busy last week.

[Between apple picking, scavenging and crisis management... what he wouldn't give for some nice convenient civilization.] Can send it by if ya wanna take a look

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[greatcuppajoe]

No worries on my behalf, J., I've got claws. [He chuckles and obligingly pours Joshua another mug full.]

Ya know, it does sort of grow on you.

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[leggierissimo]

It does, a bit.

[Another pull on his mug. It's getting a little warm, isn't it?]

You're sure that your claws still work here?

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[greatcuppajoe]

[Warm? Naah. He might be going a little red in the face, but his skin tone always goes long, long before anything else.]

Seems to. You given yours a shot?

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[leggierissimo]

[Too bad for Josh, his pale skin is betraying how flushed he's getting.]

I haven't had reason to just yet. I probably should at least try, though.

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[greatcuppajoe]

Can't hurt to know what you've got up your sleeve, right?

[He considers the surface of the liquid, reflecting the dented tin as a kaleidoscope of light. He's this close to just setting the end of a stick on fire and drawing all over the walls. This close! As if being stuck on an unnaturally squashed plane wasn't bad enough.

He's never letting his sketchbook out of his hands ever again.]

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[leggierissimo]

I may have to go outside the city walls to try. I don't want to give up my trump card.

[Don't think he hasn't noticed you itching to draw on something, Sanae. Is he going to have to find you a pad of paper? Maybe they can make some from all of that applewood.]

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[greatcuppajoe]

[Those eggs he wants? You can make all the egg white omelets your heart desires, Josh, but the yolks come pre-marked for egg tempera. It's driving him nuts.]

I'm not gonna say no if you want to come taunt some dragons with me.

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[leggierissimo]

I might take you up on that.

[Have all of the yolks you want, Sanae. The whites are better for you anyway.]

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[greatcuppajoe]

[Win/win. Hanekoma finishes off his mug and pours himself another, only half full. It's strong stuff, and he's feeling depressingly mortal these days.

Besides, half a mug works out to two or three shots all on its own.]

So what've you been up to? Other than keepin' an eye on Phones.

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[leggierissimo]

[Josh, meanwhile, hasn't been able to completely finish his second mug. There's about a third of the mug left, and he's just looking down into it like he's seriously, seriously thinking about dumping it out.]

Pissing off the natives. It's fun.

[... yeah, it's working.]

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[greatcuppajoe]

Ha! You and your romance novel. Can't believe you got the kid reading it.

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[leggierissimo]

That's the beauty of it. What I had wasn't a romance novel at all.

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[greatcuppajoe]

Oh yeah?

[Considering, and then hoisting himself up a few inches to sit on the counter and grin at Josh. C'mon. Provide the rest of the story.]

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[leggierissimo]

It was just a blank book. I made the whole thing up.

[That's an honest to goodness grin there.]

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[greatcuppajoe]

[And if you're being uncharitable, this might be described as an honest to goodness cackle.

It's probably too evil-sounding to be a chuckle.]

So tell me, did ya pick the title to send people off after a crappy romance, or was that part an accident?

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[leggierissimo]

[He's not moving yet. Just wait until he does. It'll get the alcohol flowing.]

A complete accident. It worked better than I had hoped.