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Gau Meguro 

Father:
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne ( coreopsideae )
Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki ( medacium )

Voicemail
(555) 587-8423

"Hello, this is Gau Meguro! I'm sorry that I can't answer you right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!"


Beep!

 

Earned inventory:

-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event

--$200 receipt + t-shirt that reads I SURVIVED DARE-PALOOZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT from dare event

Comments

Re: action

[badbreak]

[Badou is a keen observer, but not so keen that he'd pick up on such a soft clatter, while he's busying pouring himself some cream soda]

[by the time he's back in the living room, sipping it, he just shrugs in response (close call, Gau)]

I still -- it's hard, believin' that. The "world" thing.

action

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[With an almost telling exhale, Gau bends over to pick up the dropped spool as Badou pours himself a drink (saves him the trouble of doing so, at least).

Conversation successfully diverted. This time, he cranes his head around to say-]

What do you mean?

Re: action

[badbreak]

That most people believe we come from different versions of the same place. I guess it's harder to deny if you're from Japan, since there seems to be so many'a you guys with different backgrounds...

[he trails off, plopping on the couch like he owns the place]

[after digging in his hoodie pocket, he produces the eyepatch]

It's like some sci-fi shit, y'know? My vote when I really think about it is still drugs or --

[twirls a bruised finger next to his broken face]

-- y'know, cuckoo, cuckoo. We dunno what's in the air here, an' we dunno what's in everybody's heads.

action

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...You think this is some sort of mass hallucination?

[He stands up, and begins walking towards the couch with the first aid kit in tow. For him, changing the very fabric of reality wasn't an impossible concept to understand, even if he made sure that this was not the doing of the shinrabanshou or Miharu.

In other words, it wasn't so hard to accept that the landlord was all-powerful.]

But that doesn't make sense! If we're all hallucinating, then why would we hallucinate exactly the same thing without some sort of all-powerful force controlling what we see?

Re: action

[badbreak]

[a one-shouldered shrug]

I dunno. Just seems like it's more likely for people t'be crazy or roofied as fuck than ...some daddy-and-mommy-issues wizard asshole hijackin' us from across time an' space.

[he rubs the snapped eyepatch against his thumb, frowning]

Shit's for the movies. It don't happen.

action

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[He sits down on the couch, placing the first aid kit next to the sewing kit carefully on the cushion beside him.

He stares at Badou, somewhat expectantly, and somewhat with an emotion that can't be paired with the expression.]

So you think none of this is real, Badou-san?

Re: action

[badbreak]

I --

[the boy's whole expression suddenly clamps up; that single eye snaps to Gau, and then away again (something nervous, something hunted)]

[a sudden casualty is feigned (and a sudden impatience, which comes much more naturally to that quickfire mouth)]

-- No. That'd be stupid. Forget it, alright? Don't you gotta get up early to ace good boy school?

[his hand scratches a bit roughly at the lump of bandages across his nose (but all that mussed red hair conceals whatever's spooked him as much as it conceals whatever's on his face, beneath it)]

action

[temperm]

You were the one who brought it up!

[Nitpicks at dictation aside, Gau leans forward- pure curiosity and no hesitance in the face of Badou's unsure body language.

He puffs out his chest slightly. One could almost mistake it for his famed temper.]

If I was worried about that, I wouldn't have answered your call. I wouldn't fail just because of one night of bad sleep!

[Perhaps a bit of haughtiness behind those words, but it isn't unwarranted.]

But... Why should I forget it?

Re: action

[badbreak]

Because it's stupid.

[ignores all the other bullshit, and the scratching leads to some poorly healed skin giving way, a light wetting of blood under bandages; he doesn't seem to notice, or care, his face has been pretty numb]

[his visible eye is dark, narrow; closed for business]

Can you not actually sew? Is that why you're putting it off?