"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[ What greets him is green with bits of red... and hunks of... meat sticking out of the sides? And cute shit like gummy robots and less cute shit like potato chips. ]
[HOPE YOU LIKE UNEXPECTEDLY SPICY and also umami-sweet???
And the aftertaste is probably... lovely...
Naoki's going to dive right in too, though after the first bite he coughs after he swallows, not sure how it's possible for these flavours to coexist. But no... he can do this...]
But just like Naoki's determined to do this, so is Yang-- so she's just going to force this down as quickly as possible, making the most attractive faces in the meantime.
Mmm-- [He frowns thoughtfully, his mind puzzling over what he could tell her. It stops on that thing, the one thing he needs to tell her... but not right now. That... will be later.]
Okay. [He smiles at her, taking another swig from his bottle of water before thinking again for a minute. So many of the secrets he has are so dark, so maybe something mild?]
Then... this horn. [He cocks his head.] You know how most animals don't feel anything from their horns, right? I can actually get sensation from it. [It's weird but it wouldn't be the only weird thing.]
So--oort of, [his voice drags in a surprised sound 'cause he saw her reaching but nope there she goes touching. It doesn't cause the same shivery sense as touching his marks does, but he can feel her fingers.
It feels just as warm as the rest of him, even if it's definitely a horn.]
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[ SHE WILL BUILD A HORRIFYING MASTERPIECE. ]
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HIS TOO WILL BE A MASTERPIECE OF HORROR. Made just for you, Yang.]
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Will not be a fun ride for the tastebuds. When he's finished his masterpiece, he'll meet her at a table...]
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You ready?
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Ready when you are. [LOOKING AT WHAT SHE'S MADE...]
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REMEMBER HER AS SHE LIVED.
Then again, most of Naoki's is wasabi and strawberry-flavored... ]
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And the aftertaste is probably... lovely...
Naoki's going to dive right in too, though after the first bite he coughs after he swallows, not sure how it's possible for these flavours to coexist. But no... he can do this...]
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But just like Naoki's determined to do this, so is Yang-- so she's just going to force this down as quickly as possible, making the most attractive faces in the meantime.
Like PAINED REGRET. ]
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But he chances a look up as he grimaces.
--haha, her face. No, don't laugh, he can laugh after, right now he needs to eat the rest of this...]
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But she's actually making it to the bottom of her cup... before her head hits the table.
UGH. ]
My tastebuds...
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I think my mouth's actually aching...
[THAT WAS WRETCHED. He does crane his neck a little, peering into her cup.]
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W-what's the verdict?
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[Wearily, he turns his cup to show her. Nice and empty. Urgh.]
...does that mean we should both give a secret? 'Cause I'm not gonna do a rematch. [Once was enough!!]
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Here you go. [He's going to chug his right down...]
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So... who's going first?
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You can decide, if you want. I'm fine either way.
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[ Thanks, Naoki. ]
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Then... this horn. [He cocks his head.] You know how most animals don't feel anything from their horns, right? I can actually get sensation from it. [It's weird but it wouldn't be the only weird thing.]
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[ Because she's going to reach behind him to lightly touch it. ]
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It feels just as warm as the rest of him, even if it's definitely a horn.]
But not too much.
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[ Like she just did. ]
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SLEEP DAMMIT
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