[Caim is officially in the area. He's been given a room and an occupation. He doesn't even have to share with anyone. Isn't he a lucky guy? His room is barren. Of course it is. He came with nothing, except his sword, armour, and the clothes he wore. He's not wearing the armour, but he is wearing the same clothes, bloodstained and wonderful. Wearing
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... Are you alright?
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Instead, he's going to write for her as soon as he figures out that the video feed and coming through that fascinating lens. In fact, give him a couple of minutes to figure that out.
. . . . .
Okay. He doesn't know how it works, but...]
"Yes. And who might you be?"
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He's very patient as he waits for Dana. Uncharacteristically patient. What else can he do, really? Not much. He's already learned he can't reach out and choke anyone through wherever the lens may lead.]
"I am Caim. A..."
[What did Goose say he was again?]
"An assistant to a walking broom."
[Because Goose's hair really does look like a broom.]
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... Perhaps we should consider getting you some other things to wear.
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"Hello, Riley."
[And then he looks down to his clothes.]
"There's nothing wrong with them."
[Apparently someone didn't do his laundry back in his homeland.]
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[Riley thinks for a moment before seemingly struck by an idea.]
It seems we are of a similar stature and build, except you're somewhat taller. Perhaps I have something that could fit...
[As if on cue, Lucario is searching in Riley's closet in the background.]
What's your room number?
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"......"
[He raises an eyebrow. Just one.]
"I am not wearing your clothes."
[Yes. He can see you, Lucario.]
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...Is that a kid?]
"......"
[Caim stares for a few moments and finally lifts his notepad.]
"Yes. Hello to you as well."
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Mister, why aren't you talking?
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He gathers up what remaining patience he has.]
"I am incapable of it."
[No. Caim's never been very good at talking to kids. But it seems Skarmory will tell him if he's used words that are too big.]
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Caim waits patiently for a few moments, and then something possesses him to do... not the smartest thing he can think of. He shows his notepad to Amaterasu.]
"Yes?"
[And then it occurs to him. Dogs can't read.]
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This must be the smartest dog ever. Caim knows better than to assume all animals are simply animals, however. And was it his imagination, or did she just shrug?
He has to try something out.]
"Can you read?"
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How... beautiful...!
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The moment Raikov says 'beautiful', Caim's quick to look around his room. Of course, Caim doesn't think much of anything is beautiful, and even if he did, he couldn't say it.
He stares at Raikov a few moments longer and finally writes.]
"What?"
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Caim has, in all of his life, never ever been called beautiful. This spells all kind of awkward. So Caim's going to do what he does when he wants to try and avoid awkward things.
Kill.
Evade.]
"Who exactly are you?"
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