pc catchall for shess (nonbelligerent)

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[foodbin]

Trust me, I’m not about to tell him anything I don’t absolutely have to. He’s disgusting and Tuesdays are the worst.

[nonbelligerent]

I can only guess at how your meetings go, if you have to agree on everything.

[foodbin]

As quickly as I can manage, although all his weird posturing and asking me if I want to have sex with him usually gets in the way of that.

[Ugh.]

[nonbelligerent]

What?

[foodbin]

[In her best Hisoka Impression:]

You're not really my type, but I like your spirit! You won't know if it's gross until you've had a taste!

[And back to normal.]

Next time I'm going to vomit on him, I swear to god.

[nonbelligerent]

[tbh he kind of knows how you feel, emma. except no one needs to know how hisoka got a boner during their fight.]

I don't think anyone would blame you for that.

[foodbin]

At least Lea can complain about how much is sucks being stuck with him. I can't even bring it up or people will get suspicious.

[Not that she envies his position at all, because Hm.]

[nonbelligerent]

Well, I'll listen if you ever need it.

[foodbin]

Well, you just listened to the worst of it, so.

[...]

You're better at dealing with [most people] him than I am, though. You got any ideas about how to get him to agree to Shirasu?

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

Get him interested in Shirasu's general existence by pointing out that his scroll implies he's a good fighter?

[sorry if you're innocent, shirasu.]

[foodbin]

Right. Just be subtle about so it's not obvious I'm trying to manipulate him, right?

[nonbelligerent]

That may be difficult. He's rather clever.

[foodbin]

Right, but I get the feeling if he realizes I'm trying to lead him to it, he'll say no. Or I'll owe him another favor, and I'm already kind of terrified about when he'll cash the first one in and what it'll be.

[nonbelligerent]

I would be rather worried if I were in your shoes as well.

Though straightforward determination may, in fact, be the best way to get through to him, unless you're confident in your ability to lie.

[foodbin]

[She sighs.]

Not really. I'll give it a try and let you know how it goes on Tuesday night. At least it's my turn to write the note this week.

[nonbelligerent]

Any idea what you plan to write?

[foodbin]

It depends who he picks. Last time I just picked something generic and nice since I don't know Feral that well.

[nonbelligerent]

So you pick the recipient before the message's contents?

[foodbin]

Yep. He made up this whole bullshit game, where I can see what he's writing when it's his turn, but I can't tell him to change it or write something different entirely. Which probably explains yours, right?

[nonbelligerent]

[why do you have to keep him reminding him.]

Honestly, things made much more sense when I realized you were the one who picked me. It seemed highly unlikely that I would have been his choice.

[foodbin]

Yeah. He still won't tell me why he picked Feral, but I'm willing to bet it was stupid.

[nonbelligerent]

What did you write, anyway?

[foodbin]

That he was doing good and to keep it up.

[...]

That was before the whole mouth sniffing thing.

[nonbelligerent]

[he laughs a little (silently).

sorry!]

[foodbin]

If I got to send it to him now, it would have been a little bit different.