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CROW ARMBRUST
Yeah sex is great and all, but have you ever pulled a 5-Star summon you really wanted while using your daily free single roll
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Okay, okay! I'm done, I'm done...
[He says, staving off further laughter. Thankfully, they're pretty much alone on this sidewalk. So he'll just follow slightly behind Rean's quickened pace.
A lazy senpai, through and through.]
Heh~
I don't, either.
[He blinks, though, looking just ahead.]
That the mailbox? That walk didn't seem as long as usual...
[He says, staving off further laughter. Thankfully, they're pretty much alone on this sidewalk. So he'll just follow slightly behind Rean's quickened pace.
A lazy senpai, through and through.]
Heh~
I don't, either.
[He blinks, though, looking just ahead.]
That the mailbox? That walk didn't seem as long as usual...
[That admission is enough to get Rean to glance back, his pout traded out for a gentle smile.]
...Good.
[But OH HEY. Their destination!]
Huh? Oh, yeah, there it is! Guess we got distracted, huh?
[Either way, he's gonna jog ahead to the mailbox, hurriedly pulling out the ticket to insert it.]
...Good.
[But OH HEY. Their destination!]
Huh? Oh, yeah, there it is! Guess we got distracted, huh?
[Either way, he's gonna jog ahead to the mailbox, hurriedly pulling out the ticket to insert it.]
[That little bit of romantic whimsy earns a little laugh, and if his cheeks weren't still tinted pink from before...
He does stop his ticket quest at the mention of how long the double saber is, though, pausing to stare over at Crow.]
Holy... you serious? ...You still haven't shown me that thing, by the way.
[Okay, ticket in the machine! Some whirring, aaaaand... thunk.
When Rean opens the mailbox door, there's the handle of a sword facing out towards him. Carefully, he removes the blade and its sheath from the mailbox (how did it even fit all of this?), holding it gingerly to examine it. He doesn't remove it from the sheath all the way, just enough to examine a bit of the blade, but there are clearly stars in his eyes even from this much.]
...Woah. This thing is beautiful...
He does stop his ticket quest at the mention of how long the double saber is, though, pausing to stare over at Crow.]
Holy... you serious? ...You still haven't shown me that thing, by the way.
[Okay, ticket in the machine! Some whirring, aaaaand... thunk.
When Rean opens the mailbox door, there's the handle of a sword facing out towards him. Carefully, he removes the blade and its sheath from the mailbox (how did it even fit all of this?), holding it gingerly to examine it. He doesn't remove it from the sheath all the way, just enough to examine a bit of the blade, but there are clearly stars in his eyes even from this much.]
...Woah. This thing is beautiful...
[Crow feels that finger poke into his skin, noticing it's a bit stiffer there than in other places. By now, he's got an idea of what does and doesn't feel right, and she knew just where to find them without him even explaining or showing.]
Makes sense. Gotta get the leaves out of the gutter, so to spea--AH!
[Crow grips that bench he's on a little tightly, exhaling afterward. That one almost made him dizzy.]
Makes sense. Gotta get the leaves out of the gutter, so to spea--AH!
[Crow grips that bench he's on a little tightly, exhaling afterward. That one almost made him dizzy.]
[Elliot was going along with it, nodding along that it was fine and getting relaxed. He's done this sort of thing before with Ahmi, so it's nothing new. The heating stones are never too bad, and it's very relaxing.
That is, until Crow yelps]
Crow? You okay?
[He's turning his head to try to get a look at his friend]
That is, until Crow yelps]
Crow? You okay?
[He's turning his head to try to get a look at his friend]
Maybe we'll stop back at the house before I walk you back home. It's...it's pretty big.
[It may or may not be in his mini-garage area for lack of an easier way to bring it inside.
But that's for later. Crow lets Rean put in his ticket, hearing the thunk and moving closer to peek over his shoulder.
When comparing it between Rean's old one and this one, it was like night and day. The blade was gorgeous, made of steel that would make the other look like a cheap replica. It had a surprisingly detailed hilt, with purple weaving and red tassles..
Beautiful was a good word for it.]
Whoa...
[No shame at all for those stars, Rean.]
Now that's a blade. [Even Crow sounds boyishly impressed.]
[It may or may not be in his mini-garage area for lack of an easier way to bring it inside.
But that's for later. Crow lets Rean put in his ticket, hearing the thunk and moving closer to peek over his shoulder.
When comparing it between Rean's old one and this one, it was like night and day. The blade was gorgeous, made of steel that would make the other look like a cheap replica. It had a surprisingly detailed hilt, with purple weaving and red tassles..
Beautiful was a good word for it.]
Whoa...
[No shame at all for those stars, Rean.]
Now that's a blade. [Even Crow sounds boyishly impressed.]
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