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[negativegate]

[Rita is clearly at the Hall of the Missing, as the screen shows the portrait of one Yuri Lowell. And then that portrait gets splattered with a water balloon, to the accompaniment of a fond farewell...]

Jerk!

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[errandry]

Wha—you knew him?

[negativegate]

Huh? Of course I did. We're from the same world, you know.

[errandry]

He never said anything—I thought it was just him and the knight! Though I guess that explains the house.

[negativegate]

...Well, it's not like he had to mention everyone...

[jerk]

Anyway, he left, but Flynn's still here.

[errandry]

Nah, I guess we didn't talk about that stuff a whole lot... so, what, you're their friend?

[negativegate]

Damn right I am. We live in the same house and all.

[errandry]

Guess that gives you portrait-abusing rights. You got any food dye?

[negativegate]

Food dye?

[Oh, she can't help but grin.]

Hmm...I'd have to find some. What about you?

[errandry]

Nah, we don't really cook over here. We've got sharpies, though!

[negativegate]

Huh? You've got what? I'm not looking to cut the thing, you know!

[Because 'sharpies' logically sounds to her like sharp implements...]

[errandry]

Sharpies! You guys don't have 'em at home?

[negativegate]

Maybe I could tell you if you'd actually tell me what they are.

[errandry]

They're like pens! 'Cept the marks are bigger and way thicker—it's almost impossible to rub 'em off.

[negativegate]

Wait, you mean like permanent marker? Of course we have ink and pens and stuff in our world.

Anyway, drawing on his face might not be a bad idea...

[errandry]

You guys have knights, I didn't know if you got to markers yet!

[ ... ]

But his face could use a nice mustache, huh. [ ............ ] Or three.

[negativegate]

Yeah, a moustache...maybe a beard, too. Something as ridiculous as possible.

[errandry]

Horns spouting smoke?

[negativegate]

Now that I like. It's perfect for a jerk like him.

[tsun tsun she's totally not unhappy he left or anything...]

[errandry]

... did he do that smug headruffle to you too sometimes?

[negativegate]

Wha--you mean you, too?

[errandry]

Yeah. It's like he thinks he's so great just 'cause he's so damn tall!

[negativegate]

Ooh, that guy... What's so great about being tall, anyway? I bet he was always walking into stuff.

[errandry]

... a higher point for gloating, I guess? But he probably got a permanent crick in his back from leaning all the time!

[negativegate]

That's just what he gets for being so big! Like we'd strain our necks looking up at him...