Or don't! I'll be there waiting for you whether you tell me or not.
[Because He's Ranpoâ„¢ and he'd know exactly where she would go and when, even if she tried to intentionally throw him off. He can be scary sometimes.]
It doesn't take her long to arrive at the beach in Tokyo. She's that small, pitch bird again, an impossibly large parcel in her beak as she soars overhead.
[Ranpo is chillin' on the beach, sitting on a blanket and munching on a bag of chips. Whether Setsura makes a sound or not as she flies in, he waves -- without even needing to look up.]
[ He's showing off and she's glad that he is. If he's doing that, he's doing alright and she descends easily, dropping the parcel atop the blanket ahead of herself. ]
You certainly look comfortable.
[ And she lands atop it. Give her a minute to give her wings a good stretch. ]
It's rather bold of you to assume birds don't drink.
[ But even as she says it, she's hopping off the top of the parcel. It's a sudden burst of darkness that erupts from her form. Skin stretches, bone cracks, and those dark tendrils will fade into wisps as she comes to rest sitting atop the blanket dressed in her casual outfit from home.
Don't mind the "MILF" tattoo climbing up her collarbone or what looks suspiciously like "pet play" wrapped about her wrist. ]
As far as you can tell. Do you really want to go there?
[ She doesn't mind save for one that's currently doing its weird hike in a place he can't see. She doesn't trust it to keep hidden, though, but given its Ranpo, he'd know whether he saw it or not. ]
Nah, I already figured the rest out. [Goblin. Worse so, given none of his are visible!!] But Dionysus-san recommended this one! It uses juuust a few grapes from the cotton candy variety he made for me, so basically-- it's twice as alcoholic as regular wine, but still has a sweet taste!
[All that sugar turning into extra booze smh. But of course Ranpo would bring a sweet wine, he's still Ranpo.]
[Are they having a stupid fight in two threads now, because he's gonna try and bite it this time--]
You suppose, huh. You know, you can still invite just me, he won't get offended or anything-- but he's still gonna be your son-in-law at some point, probably.
[PROBABLY, HE SAYS]
[But also he'll be a good boy and pour her a glass first.]
Our family tree's getting pretty weird by now anyway.
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Or don't! I'll be there waiting for you whether you tell me or not.
[Because He's Ranpoâ„¢ and he'd know exactly where she would go and when, even if she tried to intentionally throw him off. He can be scary sometimes.]
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[ After she makes a little something, that is.
It doesn't take her long to arrive at the beach in Tokyo. She's that small, pitch bird again, an impossibly large parcel in her beak as she soars overhead.
Now where's her Ranpo? ]
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[Now he's just showing off.]
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You certainly look comfortable.
[ And she lands atop it. Give her a minute to give her wings a good stretch. ]
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So, you gonna change back? Or am I gonna have to drink most of this wine myself?
[GESTURES WITH A BOTTLE of delicious godwine.]
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[ But even as she says it, she's hopping off the top of the parcel. It's a sudden burst of darkness that erupts from her form. Skin stretches, bone cracks, and those dark tendrils will fade into wisps as she comes to rest sitting atop the blanket dressed in her casual outfit from home.
Don't mind the "MILF" tattoo climbing up her collarbone or what looks suspiciously like "pet play" wrapped about her wrist. ]
So, whatcha got?
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Ah, so Setsura-san's tattoos are accurate!
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[ She doesn't mind save for one that's currently doing its weird hike in a place he can't see. She doesn't trust it to keep hidden, though, but given its Ranpo, he'd know whether he saw it or not. ]
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[jiiiiiiiiiiii]
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Nah, I already figured the rest out. [Goblin. Worse so, given none of his are visible!!] But Dionysus-san recommended this one! It uses juuust a few grapes from the cotton candy variety he made for me, so basically-- it's twice as alcoholic as regular wine, but still has a sweet taste!
[All that sugar turning into extra booze smh. But of course Ranpo would bring a sweet wine, he's still Ranpo.]
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Is there such a thing as too sweet to you? I'd hate to imagine that.
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[Gonna poke her cheek back in revenge!!]
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Let's have a taste, then. I'll have to invite you over when I open the good stuff I got from home. Dionysus, too, I suppose.
[ She supposes. ]
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You suppose, huh. You know, you can still invite just me, he won't get offended or anything-- but he's still gonna be your son-in-law at some point, probably.
[PROBABLY, HE SAYS]
[But also he'll be a good boy and pour her a glass first.]
Our family tree's getting pretty weird by now anyway.
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[ She won't give excuses. She's always been the sort of person who, if she wants something, she makes it happen one way and when or another.
She'll happily pour him a glass in turn, of course. What? She has manners. It's just a matter of when she chooses to exercise them, really.
And there it is, the brow quirk. ]
You haven't even met your step dad.
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[...]
This family tree is weird.
But hey, I have an excuse! Some other version of me was sleeping with him-- that's kind of a lot for me, you know!
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Which dog?
[ She has a lot of dogs, actually. As for the other matter... ]
I suppose.
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[How many cumdogs are there??]
Ahh, but we really should change all that... maybe we could have a big family dinner? Dionysus-san always loves an opportunity for a party!
I might even be able to get him to wear pants for once.
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And that would involve...?
[ Specifically "who" is what she's asking. ]
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[He is not inviting the cumdog okay]
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You'd shun your brother?
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[THIS FAMILY IS WEIRD]
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I suppose I should have said brothers.
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[ She says with a straight face. ]
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srs face, aka eyes open icon time