Could you stop acting like a jilted lover with my face, maybe? Our face. It's freaking me out a little. And think about how I feel, being cooped up in here all the time. At least you're out there, having fun.
( what little he has to himself, he'll keep from shinsaku, though.
like the actual fondness he'd witnessed straight from the source. )
Did you at least remember to ask if there were any toxic fauna?
( sliding to sit up and dangle his legs over the side of the bed, now. )
Looking back, I realize I should've just transferred your intelligence into my Syntrofos to handle the images and process them. I shouldn't have to do all this on my own. Duly noted for next time. Here-on out, I'll have be more efficient. Especially with the sort of grass roots campaigns other Augmented are starting to push.
Unless they give me a reason to, and I go into war knowing I can win, then there's no point. Right now, there’s really nothing worth fighting for.
( he gestures with a hand. )
But. That doesn't mean I can just overlook anything that's going on—missing souls, strange mutations, and gods chasing after influence. Making a name for myself here should still be the first priority. And for that, I need money. Talented colleagues. Everything else that ought to happen comes after.
( naturally, he knows what that means. why wouldn't he, when they're of the same mind?
he is shinsaku, and shinsaku is him, but as he leans on the edge of his display, he doesn't offer any words of comfort. )
Well, don't forget about me while you're enduring this new workaholic lifestyle of yours. Staring at the dry wall every day of the week can only be so exciting. Take me out for a walk every once in a while.
( so, that's the end of their conversation, huh. it's pretty awkward when the only person you can talk to is yourself.
... not that he minds talking to shinsaku or anything, when the only person who can get him is him, but.
he taps the edge of his digital cage, wondering if that tomorrow will actually come. honestly, if the syntrofos had ever been left near this little robotic contraption, he would have already transferred himself by now. but shinsaku is too cautious on that end, and for good reason. )
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Date: 2025-06-06 12:01 am (UTC)Where does he get off, with that "you just wouldn't get it anyway"? Obviously. Not unless you verbalize whatever your hang-up is.
Stupid Amagi-kun. Why don't you just give in and rely on me, ( pillow to face ) instead of being so stubborn?
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Date: 2025-06-06 01:52 am (UTC)( what little he has to himself, he'll keep from shinsaku, though.
like the actual fondness he'd witnessed straight from the source. )
Did you at least remember to ask if there were any toxic fauna?
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Date: 2025-06-06 03:08 am (UTC)( silence. )
The gilled mushrooms. Look. I don't mind the details, typically. Who thought it was a good idea to head out into the wilderness without my camera?
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Date: 2025-06-06 03:10 am (UTC)( 1 / 2 )
Date: 2025-06-06 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-06 01:17 pm (UTC)( sliding to sit up and dangle his legs over the side of the bed, now. )
Looking back, I realize I should've just transferred your intelligence into my Syntrofos to handle the images and process them. I shouldn't have to do all this on my own. Duly noted for next time. Here-on out, I'll have be more efficient. Especially with the sort of grass roots campaigns other Augmented are starting to push.
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Date: 2025-06-06 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-06 01:54 pm (UTC)( he gestures with a hand. )
But. That doesn't mean I can just overlook anything that's going on—missing souls, strange mutations, and gods chasing after influence. Making a name for myself here should still be the first priority. And for that, I need money. Talented colleagues. Everything else that ought to happen comes after.
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Date: 2025-06-06 02:02 pm (UTC)( naturally, he knows what that means. why wouldn't he, when they're of the same mind?
he is shinsaku, and shinsaku is him, but as he leans on the edge of his display, he doesn't offer any words of comfort. )
Well, don't forget about me while you're enduring this new workaholic lifestyle of yours. Staring at the dry wall every day of the week can only be so exciting. Take me out for a walk every once in a while.
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Date: 2025-06-06 02:10 pm (UTC)( maybe he will. maybe he won't. )
I'll see to that data transfer tomorrow. For now, it's time for some rest.
( he rolls over, facing the wall. legs raised onto a bed that's only spacious enough for one.
to do a little more thinking, before heading to the showers. )
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Date: 2025-06-06 02:14 pm (UTC)... not that he minds talking to shinsaku or anything, when the only person who can get him is him, but.
he taps the edge of his digital cage, wondering if that tomorrow will actually come. honestly, if the syntrofos had ever been left near this little robotic contraption, he would have already transferred himself by now. but shinsaku is too cautious on that end, and for good reason. )