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[errandry]

Okay.

Somebody out there's gotta know the full answer to this, so I'm just gonna ask. How many kinds of curses are there? So far I'm counting status effects, crazy invented memory bullshit, world curses. Anything else?

If you've got a warning, SPEAK THE HELL NOW.

[ ooc | also optional: throw an action thread at me somewhere public and we'll make it work as long as it doesn't involve running. ♥ ]

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[errandry]

[ getting up, then! to go fetch them. back and forth, back and forth. he tosses one over distractedly as he wanders back in. ]

Heads-up!

[merespark]

--Oh? [ instead of his lap, the cookie package hits the chair leg and bounces off, only to land in the middle of the floor. ]

[ he makes an attempt to reach for it, but the cookie's too far. ]

[errandry]

Damn, sorry—!

[ but it sort of cuts off, because, uh. Spitfire, what are you doing. ]

[merespark]

[ being really ridiculous? ]

[ as he leans back on the couch he tries to laugh it off. who are you fooling. the cookie's still on the floor. ]

Haha, you really missed... What a bad aim.

[errandry]

Yeah... guess I kinda overshot.

[ going after it... slowly...? is this what he's supposed to be doing.

wait, why is he even doing this. ]

[merespark]

[ this might seem really rude but-- the best shot he's got. ]

Ah, just leave it there. I don't eat food off the floor.

[errandry]

[ leave it there? Kazu stops, but he doesn't actually move to sit back down. ]

Hey, uh. Spitfire... ?

[merespark]

Don't say. You got crumbs on the floor? [ one can hope it's that. ]

1/2

[errandry]

Wha—no?

[ not that he can help the quick darting glance down anyway. ]

[errandry]

Nah, I meant—shit. [ in a rush ] You sure nothing else's up with you?

[merespark]

[ well you asked for this. ]

If you don't believe I'm fine, Kazu...

Feel free to inspect me.

[errandry]

[ whatttt is that tone. ]

You just looked kinda—it's just a question! How would that even go?

[merespark]

Oh you tell me.

What do you think is wrong?

[errandry]

I dunno! Just—seemed like something.

[ helpful. ]

[merespark]

It's nothing you have to worry about, I promise.

1/2

[errandry]

[ ...

BULLSHIT KAZU IS NOT FALLING FOR: THIS LINE RIGHT HERE. ]

[errandry]

Sorry.

[merespark]

I should be the one to apologize for worrying you. And I do appreciate you looking after me, I really do.

[errandry]

Nah, guess I just ... misread it. You don't have to appreciate something like that.

[merespark]

This is turning into an endless circle of apologies, isn't it? Haha...

[errandry]

[ deep breath!! ]

I'll cut it out if you do.

[merespark]

You first.

[errandry]

Hey, I'm stopping, I stopped!

[ ... why is he still standing there like an idiot. Kazu swipes the cookie off the floor and limps back to his seat—only to pause. ]

You still want one?

[merespark]

Only if your aim is better this time.

[errandry]

Hey, that was a fluke!

[ heading to the other room and back, easily, brandishing another tiny package with his return. ]

Three-second warning!