and it takes, and it takes, and it takes

[acherontiastyx]

[It... definitely takes a while for the weekly after-execution note to arrive, but it does --- kind of scrawly and on ripped paper rather than nice stationery.]

EY. YO. WE GOT EFFIGIES IN THE DINING ROOM AND WE'RE GONNA BURN EM.

FOOD TOO. THE USUAL AND HOT COCOA. GOOD FOR THE SOUL. GET SOME. MAYBE TAKE IT BACK TO YOUR ROOM IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GET SOME.

[Anyway, in the dining room, there's plenty of mugs set out, with a janky looking arrow sign pointing into the kitchen to where you can get your hot cocoa. On the table, there's Vichyssoise, a pot of green tea, and some booze. There's also a cookie tray on the floor away from the table on which to burn the Wordsmith and Kimbley effigies, which are handily placed near the food on the table.

...also if you go in the kitchen without shoes on just. Watch the northern corner. There's no kidneys, but there's a lot of broken plates there for some reason...]

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

Yeah. Just one. [This was weird, all weird, but if Chiyuki could be a doll, then Mikazuki could be a sword.]

When you said your master would disassemble you, did that mean that... [Varric pushed his hands together, then pulled them apart with an explosion sound.]

[tsugomori]

Hahaha, not like that.

Just imagine if someone took me literally apart, piece by piece. That is the type of thing my Master can do if they decide I'm no longer useful. Then they can use what's left of me to build something else.

[ He didn't really like to think of it too much though. But in the end, tools are expendable, and he is one. ]

[neverheardofhim]

That's uh... That's pretty morbid, kid.

[He made a face, trying to tell himself that it was simply the idea of being torn to pieces that upset him. The truth was, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of Mikazuki himself being torn to pieces.]

[He was growing attached.]

Don't go getting yourself ripped apart anytime soon, alright?

[tsugomori]

Don't worry, it's not really too much of a concern, I think...

[ ... And what do you know it's time to change the subject somewhat because why not-- ]

Ahh, and here I was already getting used to 'Buddy'. I'm back to 'kid' already?

[neverheardofhim]

They're used interchangeably. Unless you want to suggest a better nickname? [He tapped his chin thoughtfully, and then, without giving him a moment to actually speak, shook his head.]

Didn't think so.

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki places his hands on his hips, and schools his expression into what may look like a pout, but he ends up smiling quite a lot instead. ]

Aw, you didn't even get me a chance to suggest anything! I see what you are up to.

[neverheardofhim]

What, and let you suggest a halfway decent nickname. Maker forbid. [He shook his head.] Maybe I'll leave you without one. Let you suffer the knowledge that I couldn't come up with anything halfway decent for Mr. Beautiful Sword Man.

[tsugomori]

[ He gives a very staged gasp, before emitting a good-hearted laugh. Someone should congratulate him on his acting skills... ]

Ah, is that a new one now? I wonder what I will do now, without a decent nickname to be with? I suppose I will just have to deal with it, won't I? Or maybe I could come up with a nickname for you.

[neverheardofhim]

No, no. Too much of a mouthful, that one is. And don't even think about giving me a nickname. [He shook his head, glowering at the man "threateningly."]

[tsugomori]

Too bad I've already thought of one, hm?

[ He places two fingers on his chin to mimic the 'thinking' pose. ]

Well how about "Super Buddy"?

[ ... this is also why Mikazuki doesn't give nicknames or name anything in general, honestly. ]

[neverheardofhim]

You know that's... That's a good start but let me give it some thought, okay buddy?

[Super buddy. Maker's breath, that's... that's pretty damn awful.]