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[rassera]

"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"

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canada

kaneda

you home ???

come to my room got to talk its important

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i know how to have sex alright


get off my back

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oh for fuck's sake its not about that!

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fine fine give me a second


[There's no answer after that, a few minutes passing before there's a turn of the knob, the door starting to open, before it's immediately shut.]

OI. YOU GOT PANTS ON?!

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[Something rustles behind the door. Loudly.]

No, I called you here with a bare ass! Yeah, I've got pants on!

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[Okay. Okay good.

The door swings open, Kaneda walking in with his usual confident stride.]


Alright, alright! I'm here! What's so important?

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[And there is Bull. Sitting on his floor. Surrounded by those Christmas junk mail fliers everyone gets in the mail every year. They are everywhere. Covering the floor.]

[... Dalish is rolling around on one of them, occasionally batting a scrap of paper up into the air.]

This.

All this holiday crap.

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[!?!?

This is not what he expected when entering Bull's room. The papers covering the floor, the...piles of magazines, the brochures, everything. Holy shit.]

You look like some damn conspiracy theorist...

[But he'll crouch, right next to Dalish as he boops her butt to the side a little, picking one up.]

Ah yeah, there's one after Eating day. Something about presents and trees, yeah?

[At least, the pictures support it.]

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Yeah, well. It's a thing.

[As he flips through some kitchen supply store ad.]

[Meanwhile, Dalish elects to ignore the boop, and rubs along Kaneda's side, purring dramatically. Love her, adore her.]

Something like that. Guess it's doubly important you get crap for people you're uh.

...

Y'know. Dating.

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[It's almost instinctive, automatic as Kaneda picks Dalish up, hoisting her onto his lap as he keeps crouched, one hand reaching out to grab another flyer.]

...

[Before laughing.]

That's right! Gotta get something good for Chaa-chan!!


[Sorry Bull but man is he enjoying the single life right about now.]

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[Dalish is so pleased by this. Rolling over in his lap to bat at his hands -- all paws, no claws.]

[Bull, meanwhile, flings the flyer at Kaneda's head.]

Quit that and help.

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[The impact surprises Kaneda enough to make him fall on his ass, Dalish now the proud queen of his stomach as she lands on top of him.]

Hey!

[He gets up on his elbows, though, giving Dalish a 'can you believe him?' eye roll before picking it up.]

What do 80 year olds even like?

Slippers?

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Yeah, yeah -- don't drop her.

[Wow, more concern for the cat than the kid. Except since he knows how durable the kid is, he's not worried. Dalish just flicks her ears.]

I'm trying to figure that one out.

Qunari don't. Do this.

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New to me too--this is an American thing.

[He sits back up, though, Dalish in his lap as he browses the magazine.]

TVs? I see a lot of TVs.

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I mean... relationships. Dating. It's not really A Thing.

[He scrunches up his face.]

Guy owns a bookstore back home. He doesn't strike me as a TV kind of guy.