text; Buchou

[suicideprototype]

It seems I've ended up in a rather interesting place somehow.

Well, since we'll be spending the foreseeable future together, how about we try to get to know each other a little? My name is Ritsu Shikishima, and due to various circumstances, I have no world to return to (if it's okay, I'd rather not talk about it). And so, I can't say I'm really in a rush to get out of here or anything.

What about the rest of you? What were your homes like? Or, if that's too depressing a topic for some of you and you'd rather not dwell on the past, how about some questions to break the ice?
If you were to describe yourself with an idiom, which would you pick?
What do you like to do in your free time?
What's your favorite location here?

You can answer any or none of the above, or tell me something else about yourself you'd rather talk about instead. I don't mind.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to getting along with everyone here.

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[eatdavesbabies]

[What the fuck is this dude’s deal? The eternal cynic within Bro has him certain this guy is fucking about. Why, Bro isn’t sure. But dude seems interested in figuring out other people’s business while giving away little of his own.]

Sure. Let’s go to the gym then.

[The guy is also way to friendly. Bro is trying to see if he can view any cracks, mostly by aggressively wasting the guy’s time.]

[suicideprototype]

After you, Mr...?

[That's your cue to give him a name, asshole.]

[eatdavesbabies]

Gym’s this way.

[Sorry Ritsu. You’re not getting shit out of him that easily.]

[suicideprototype]

[Oh? This might be his first time meeting someone so tightlipped about giving a name of all things. What, did his parents name him something so embarrassing he got bullied for it in school? It would explain a lot about his getup.

But fine; have it your way, Bro. He'll follow you.]

Say, why are you so interested in knowing whether I lift or not, anyway?

[eatdavesbabies]

Says a lot about a dude.

[Bro remains tight lipped. Adjusts his gloves a little bit as they walk.]

[suicideprototype]

So does the way a man dresses, you know.

[But didn't you just pick the most memorable outfit imaginable, short something completely indecent?

It hardly matters how tight-lipped you choose to be. It's not as if there aren't plenty of other ways to glean information about a person. As a famous man once said, "He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore."]

[eatdavesbabies]

[Holy fuck this guy is annoying. Fuck this shit. It’s time to start fucking about.]

Sure man. When you’re in my profession you kind of have to show off the goods.

[suicideprototype]

I'm sure you do.

[Please. You weren't even willing to give him a name, and suddenly you're dropping your profession into this? Such obvious bait. Unless you're offering to be his professional trainer and follow this up with a sales pitch about how to get massive gains, he's not buying it.]