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[fried]

this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way

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[fried]

[ nooo not the friend shaped metal object!! he raises his eyebrows a bit, but he doesn't comment for now.

instead, he listens, ear flicking. ]

I would not call you a devil, still. I'd call you resilient.

[sarkazm]

Obviously. I lasted this long, didn't I?

[like, dying puts a damper on that... but still.]

[fried]

It takes courage to be exactly who you are, fearing no consequence.

[ idly. ]

My General would like you.

[sarkazm]

General? I guess being military explains a little bit.

[he really just takes shit in stride...]

[fried]

[ yeah nothing can phase this bitch he's waist deep in the nihility ]

Explains what, precisely?

[sarkazm]

Seems like nothing really bothers you, you know?

[she says, around another mouthful stolen from the pot.]

So you must really have seen some shit!

[fried]

[ she can have as much as she wants, he's not looking. ]

Oh, so that's what you mean. [ and then, wryly: ] I've spent most of my long life on a battlefield of some sort. Not much surprises me anymore.

My last workplace before I died was the worst of them all.

[sarkazm]

Must've worked with some real weirdoes, too!

[be NICE. for once in your life be nice.]

Unless you mean the battlefield. In that case, I'd guess that explains how you ended up here. [dead.]

[fried]

Oh, no. In this case, I meant a government office.

[ politics are so much worse than war in his opinion ]

My death was unrelated to paperwork, thankfully.

[sarkazm]

I'd sure hope that it was. Imagine having to admit you died to the worst papercut...

[all too casually, after another sip:]

Then what did kill you?

[fried]

Embarrassing...

[ a beat, and then his ear flicks. ]

A big bad wolf.

[sarkazm]

What, did you get on the wrong side of a Siracusan?

[fried]

A what?

[sarkazm]

Oh, come on. No way any part of Yan is so remote you don't know where Siracusa is!

[fried]

[ jiaoqiu like bwuh ]

Is that a planet? A country? [ a beat. ] Perhaps we have different names for the same thing.

[sarkazm]

What the hell-- aren't you a Vulpo?!

[GROANING... ugh.]

You're not even Terran, are you.

[fried]

[ help!!! ]

Probably not. [ he's a little sheepish. ] I'm a foxian, from the Xianzhou Alliance.

Vulpo. Interesting. [ that's more creative than FOXIAN. thanks hoyo ]

[sarkazm]

You look just like them. Ugh, and here I thought I wasn't going to be the only one...

[damnit alternate furries.]

[fried]

The only one?

[ jiaoqiu like i mean listen people are still weirdos about my ears and tail so maybe it's not off the table entirely ]

[sarkazm]

It's been two days and I'm already sick of explaining every word we have for people. None of you people even know what I am, nevermind who! How's a girl supposed to lean on her rep under these circumstances?

[fried]

[ he understands this if only because if i have to write one more explanation about space travel i'm gonna blow up ]

I doubt you'll need to wait long for your reputation to settle in place. [ he's amused by this. ] I've had to explain much of my own world, too. I understand.

[sarkazm]

I better not. It's bad enough that I'm stuck in someone else's stupid heaven!

[TRULY OFFENSIVE.]

[fried]

This was not what you were expecting either, was it?

[sarkazm]

I should have at least been with other Sarkaz, instead of all of these losers.

[fried]

I'm sorry that you aren't.