[with a laugh in his voice:] A lot, actually! [he rubs at the back of his neck for a moment before picking his pistol up, giving it a final look-over before putting it away.]
But I guess...that means I'm still me. [despite some instances here trying to rattle him into thinking otherwise.
he nods, looking back up.] So I guess if I stay stubborn and you stay moody, then things won't have gone entirely sideways, right?
[holding up his hands to feign surrender:] Right, right! But either way, if you start being too cheerful around me, I'll know something fishy is up. Anyone else will be up for further investigation.
Still, how long has it been since he's joked with someone, even as mildly as this? It feels-- nice. He pushes his chair back and stands, he kind of wants to leave while the note is still a good one.]
Whatever.
[Idiot. But still, the idiot has also been kind to him, agreeing to keep his secrets from Steve.]
Not sure there is anywhere safe from those flowers.
[He's still mostly sleeping rough but, even if he wasn't, he has the feeling that the flowers would find a way to grow out of a damn concrete floor if they had to. He's found himself in more memories than he ever wanted to see, usually touching the stupid flower before he even realises it's there.]
It's-- [Fine? No, not fine.] --at least I know how to get out, makes it easier when it happens.
[Strange, to have someone concerned for his safety. But then, Manabu doesn't know what he is or what he can do, he'd likely be much less concerned if he did.
The only answer he gives is a slightly awkward nod, before he slips out of the house and away.]
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But I guess...that means I'm still me. [despite some instances here trying to rattle him into thinking otherwise.
he nods, looking back up.] So I guess if I stay stubborn and you stay moody, then things won't have gone entirely sideways, right?
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Could be the company making my mood sour, pal.
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Still, how long has it been since he's joked with someone, even as mildly as this? It feels-- nice. He pushes his chair back and stands, he kind of wants to leave while the note is still a good one.]
Whatever.
[Idiot. But still, the idiot has also been kind to him, agreeing to keep his secrets from Steve.]
Well-- thanks.
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he nods, his demeanor sobering. that bit of levity was well-needed, but he knows that this wasn't just a courtesy call.]
Mm. [he nods.] You find anywhere to hole up relatively safely? Somewhere less...likely to start sprouting things, I mean.
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[He's still mostly sleeping rough but, even if he wasn't, he has the feeling that the flowers would find a way to grow out of a damn concrete floor if they had to. He's found himself in more memories than he ever wanted to see, usually touching the stupid flower before he even realises it's there.]
It's-- [Fine? No, not fine.] --at least I know how to get out, makes it easier when it happens.
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Be careful out there, then. I know it goes without saying, but, [he shrugs a little.] yeah.
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The only answer he gives is a slightly awkward nod, before he slips out of the house and away.]