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[cloakanddaikon]

Who: Zexion and others
When: Day 44, later in the morning
Where: Apartment Y
What: Breakfast and a good beginning to the day.

[Carrying a covered plate and knock—

. . . no, even at this hour there really is no point. Just goes inside, heading for the sharkling's bed.]

Comments

[cloakanddaikon]

In the meantime, eat.

Do you have any objection to temporary holes in the ceiling of your living room?

[battle_genius]

Eh? [You're asking an A-Tard if they mind a way UP?] ... Not particularly.

[cloakanddaikon]

[Just double-checking.]

We've decided to undertake some structural modifications. Given the near-constant influx of individuals, having more space at the outset seems prudent.

[battle_genius]

No problem by me.

Oi, you can still float and shit, right?

[cloakanddaikon]

Somewhat, yes, though I would not say it is the same as it was before the restoration.

Why do you ask?

[battle_genius]

You don't strike me as the walk around to the stairs every time type as far as construction goes.

[cloakanddaikon]

[Looks at Agito, silent perhaps a moment too long.]

. . . I do not mind traversing longer paths with my own feet, when there is time to make that journey. But I can understand how you may have developed an impression to the contrary.

[battle_genius]

[On one hand, he's never too sleepy for Big Zam, but philosophical double meanings of conversations?]

I was thinking more about how much the blocks would weigh.

[cloakanddaikon]

What blocks?

[battle_genius]

... Of the floor an' ceilin?

[cloakanddaikon]

I have already contracted an earth bender to take care of those. Any other way would make far too much of a mess.

[battle_genius]

[Mental images of what earth bending looks like going on over here.]

... Okay, I'd be interested in watching that shit.

[cloakanddaikon]

I will make sure you are around. As the price of her services was the removed stone and lunch, I doubt it will be difficult.

[battle_genius]

... Huh.

So can she... like... I don't know. Fucking make tables and shit with it?

[cloakanddaikon]

I doubt such a thing would be beyond her skill, if you are interested.

[battle_genius]

Issue of coffee machine protection solved.

[cloakanddaikon]

. . . indeed. That is an excellent idea.

[battle_genius]

I'll see what she wants in trade when she gets here.

[cloakanddaikon]

If you're up to it, she may find the prospect of a proper match enticing.

[battle_genius]

.... [Digs back into his breakfast, brightening up at that.]

Win-win situation.

[cloakanddaikon]

I thought it might be.

Do you have any plans for the day?

[battle_genius]

Eh? Nothing outside of hunting.

[cloakanddaikon]

Would you mind company?

[battle_genius]

Not at all.

[cloakanddaikon]

I have no particular targets at the moment. You?