i don't know. i'm walking around. i can meet you at the lamp. i'll go to the one near the willful machine stuff.
[which he will do, standing around in a cozy sweater and scarf. he's probably already given sunny some sweaters too, if they'd fit, he was given several. he's a big fan of them.]
[The sweaters absolutely do fit Sunny. He's small for his age, so Mob's sweaters end up being just the right size. Which was great, because Sunny was also a big fan of sweaters in the winter.
It kept him nice and cozy as he walked towards the lamp. The walk took him a bit longer than it should have, since he's still very unfamiliar with the Trench as a whole. But he gets there.
[the boys are back in town. mob simply starts walking in a direction, only a glance to see sunny is with him. the street is busy with people bustling about, good smells from some of the stores and little carts.]
Do you think the pigs have wings here too? [important questions instead of you know, asking about his day or something normal.]
[Sunny follows, observing the people and shops as they pass. He makes an internal note to check these out sometime.]
No. That'd be stepping too much on the cat's toes. [Only cats get to be the hot new mammal with wings, thanks.] Maybe they have fins. I'd mix them with a seal. [Take a moment to imagine how cute a pig-seal would be.]
Maybe they'd like mushrooms as a gift. [he's pretty sure pigs eat those? or something. just a little nod to himself there.] I hope it wouldn't be rude to buy their blood then.
[The mushroom gift was such a good idea. Sunny briefly looks at Mob in amazement (which isn't saying much, his face is still mostly neutral), before nodding.]
Yes. That's how we'll travel across the sea. [No context there.] Hm, but the cats have to eat, too. Hopefully they'll understand it's necessary.
[this is the genius committee right here. mob is pleased to have had a good idea, a little confidence boost. not that it shows, they are themselves.]
It'd only be polite if they're taking us. [he's not sure he grasps this imaginary situation but once again reigen's training helps. aka just sort of going along with weird shit because it usually worked out.] That's true. It's not the cat's fault they drink blood.
[innocent angels. he does stop a moment to point out someone who has a hat that seems entirely made out of spooky bloodborne feathers. hanging out with tome has conditioned him to this now.]
[Mob is full of great ideas and Sunny is more than happy to let him know that. He has a whisper of a smile on his face as he nods. It would only be polite.]
Do you think that different blood tastes different? [Not just the bloodtypes of the sleepers, but just in general.
But oh my god that hat. Sunny observes it for a long moment.] That had should give you a speed boost. [It won't in reality, but it would make sense.]
[what a good question. mob considers it very seriously for way longer than it needs, thinking more of normal blood than you know, magic blood nonsense.]
Probably to vampire cats. [he finally decides.] Maybe we should get fish blood.
[but yup, poor rando having these two teens stare at them. no mockery man, just enjoying the hat.] Oh, like a video game?
[That makes perfect sense. The vampire cats would be able to have a more refined palette when it came to blood.]
I don't think they sell fish blood. It's probably harder to get blood out of a fish. [Compared to mammals, anyway. Plus a lot of fish were real small.]
Yeah. Like in RPGs. [A nod. Mob gets him.] Did you game much?
[so true. they need to make sure it's blood they can get often, to make sure the stray batcats around don't go hungry.]
Maybe we can go by the docks later and ask a fisherman about it. [ah the creepy bloodborne fishermen will be so normal about it.
he shakes his head.] Not really, Ritsu and I played racing games sometimes. But Serizawa talks about games he likes a lot. [oh right, more information than that.] Master hired him recently. He's my friend.
Okay. We could buy the fish blood from them too if the do have any. [Like, maybe for chum or something? This was probably not going to be the case but it was worth checking out.
But more importantly, video games. A little sad Mob didn't play them much, but it was what it was.]
[a nod- ok, going to the docks like children do. just normal teen things.
well when they're done here, there's still stores to look at. up ahead is a butcher of some sort, so look at them. hopefully sunny is keeping an eye out because mob's totally spacing about video game talks at the moment.]
Lots of them. I think he likes older games from when he was younger most, but he likes new ones. Ones where you fight monsters with a bunch of people- that's RPG, right?
[Thankfully Sunny still remains observant even while discussing these very important topics and does spot the butcher. He stops unceremoniously and points to it.]
Butcher. [You did it, lads.]
That's probably an RPG. Could be strategy, too. [There's a small, thoughtful pause here.] If we could find an RPG here, do you want to try it? [Play video game with him, Mob.]
[Mob's agreement makes him happy, enough that he has a tiny smile on his face.] Yeah, I'll guide you through it. [Sharing things you like with people you like was a nice feeling.
But also, Butchers. They only had the meat department at the grocery store in Faraway, so an entire store dedicated solely to meat was a new one to him. Regardless, he walks up to the counter without any hesitation to talk to the butcher there.]
[this already seems like the right choice. even if he doesn't end up liking the game he thinks making sunny happy is worth playing it a bit.
so he's pleased as well as they enter. mob's vaguely aware of butchers as a concept, though they never used something like that in it's own shop and not precut in supermarkets. so he decides sunny clearly knows better and can take the lead, which he does.
yeah? sunny nailed it. mob just stands behind him, looking to the butcher expectantly. the butcher, an older woman with biceps to make a lesbian cry just stares at the two weirdo kids before her. fucking sleepers man, they're so much.
when she asks what kind of blood exactly mob does offer,] Do you have fish blood?
[maybe? the woman's flat look and even flatter 'no' kill that dream.]
[The fish blood was a long shot, so Sunny isn't too terribly disappointed to hear that there wasn't any. He apparently isn't even intimidated by this woman, nor her flat looks.]
What about pig's blood? [Still probably the best chance of that. Maybe cow's blood was possible but let's go with pig for now. Rip pig-seals.]
[the woman looks between them for a moment before sighing and walking away. mob keeps standing there because honestly? this isn't too different to reactions master reigen got when he spoke to shop owners sometimes. this is a completely normal experience.
she does come back after a beat with a jug of blood. is it pig's blood? hard to say, she doesn't say as much. it is clearly blood though, plopped onto the counter.] What will you trade for it? [she asks, and mob blinks. he keeps forgetting money isn't a thing.]
[Oh. Right. Payment. Sunny had cash from side jobs back in Faraway but that clearly didn't work here. Also she wanted a trade. He glances at Mob, and then back at the woman.
They needed that juicy, juicy blood.
Sunny pulls off his backpack and goes through the items he has. Most of them were either important items he was given when he got here or things he didn't want to part with. However...
He pulls out a bottle of Orange Joe. It is basically a soda that combines orange and coffee flavors. Welcome to hell, ma'am. He places it on the counter.]
[this poor woman looks at the offering with a furrowed brow, while mob looks to sunny.] Are you sure?
[his precious, definitely super valuable orange joe that he loves so much. the woman picks up the bottle with the appropriate amount of distrust for orange joe, turning it over before sighing.] Sure, kid.
[the woman just stares after them for that comment. the world is a fun place in the trench.
mob follows though, cheered in his mild way at the thought of bat cats. he doesn't think of the last time he fed a stray. he thinks about whether batcats have bat fur or cat fur. what the difference was. ]
Thanks Sunny. [for getting them blood like a teen does, for coming with him.] I hope the bat cats will like it.
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i can meet you at the lamp. i'll go to the one near the willful machine stuff.
[which he will do, standing around in a cozy sweater and scarf. he's probably already given sunny some sweaters too, if they'd fit, he was given several. he's a big fan of them.]
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[The sweaters absolutely do fit Sunny. He's small for his age, so Mob's sweaters end up being just the right size. Which was great, because Sunny was also a big fan of sweaters in the winter.
It kept him nice and cozy as he walked towards the lamp. The walk took him a bit longer than it should have, since he's still very unfamiliar with the Trench as a whole. But he gets there.
He sees Mob and gives him a wave.]
Hey.
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[the boys are back in town. mob simply starts walking in a direction, only a glance to see sunny is with him. the street is busy with people bustling about, good smells from some of the stores and little carts.]
Do you think the pigs have wings here too? [important questions instead of you know, asking about his day or something normal.]
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No. That'd be stepping too much on the cat's toes. [Only cats get to be the hot new mammal with wings, thanks.] Maybe they have fins. I'd mix them with a seal. [Take a moment to imagine how cute a pig-seal would be.]
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also time to consider this mental image.] Like a mermaid pig? [he's imagining it and it's pretty cute in a weird way.] That's cute.
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Pigs are big, though. So maybe if you asked nice they'd let you ride them.
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Maybe they'd like mushrooms as a gift. [he's pretty sure pigs eat those? or something. just a little nod to himself there.] I hope it wouldn't be rude to buy their blood then.
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Yes. That's how we'll travel across the sea. [No context there.] Hm, but the cats have to eat, too. Hopefully they'll understand it's necessary.
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It'd only be polite if they're taking us. [he's not sure he grasps this imaginary situation but once again reigen's training helps. aka just sort of going along with weird shit because it usually worked out.] That's true. It's not the cat's fault they drink blood.
[innocent angels. he does stop a moment to point out someone who has a hat that seems entirely made out of spooky bloodborne feathers. hanging out with tome has conditioned him to this now.]
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Do you think that different blood tastes different? [Not just the bloodtypes of the sleepers, but just in general.
But oh my god that hat. Sunny observes it for a long moment.] That had should give you a speed boost. [It won't in reality, but it would make sense.]
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Probably to vampire cats. [he finally decides.] Maybe we should get fish blood.
[but yup, poor rando having these two teens stare at them. no mockery man, just enjoying the hat.] Oh, like a video game?
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I don't think they sell fish blood. It's probably harder to get blood out of a fish. [Compared to mammals, anyway. Plus a lot of fish were real small.]
Yeah. Like in RPGs. [A nod. Mob gets him.] Did you game much?
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Maybe we can go by the docks later and ask a fisherman about it. [ah the creepy bloodborne fishermen will be so normal about it.
he shakes his head.] Not really, Ritsu and I played racing games sometimes. But Serizawa talks about games he likes a lot. [oh right, more information than that.] Master hired him recently. He's my friend.
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But more importantly, video games. A little sad Mob didn't play them much, but it was what it was.]
What kind of games is he into?
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well when they're done here, there's still stores to look at. up ahead is a butcher of some sort, so look at them. hopefully sunny is keeping an eye out because mob's totally spacing about video game talks at the moment.]
Lots of them. I think he likes older games from when he was younger most, but he likes new ones. Ones where you fight monsters with a bunch of people- that's RPG, right?
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Butcher. [You did it, lads.]
That's probably an RPG. Could be strategy, too. [There's a small, thoughtful pause here.] If we could find an RPG here, do you want to try it? [Play video game with him, Mob.]
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being asked to play a game makes him pause. does he want to try it? he doesn't feel very strongly about it. (he never does.) but sunny seems to care.]
Yeah. [playing games with friends, that's fun, isn't it? tome likes it.] Will you help me? I don't think I'd be very good at it.
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But also, Butchers. They only had the meat department at the grocery store in Faraway, so an entire store dedicated solely to meat was a new one to him. Regardless, he walks up to the counter without any hesitation to talk to the butcher there.]
I need blood.
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so he's pleased as well as they enter. mob's vaguely aware of butchers as a concept, though they never used something like that in it's own shop and not precut in supermarkets. so he decides sunny clearly knows better and can take the lead, which he does.
yeah? sunny nailed it. mob just stands behind him, looking to the butcher expectantly. the butcher, an older woman with biceps to make a lesbian cry just stares at the two weirdo kids before her. fucking sleepers man, they're so much.
when she asks what kind of blood exactly mob does offer,] Do you have fish blood?
[maybe? the woman's flat look and even flatter 'no' kill that dream.]
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What about pig's blood? [Still probably the best chance of that. Maybe cow's blood was possible but let's go with pig for now. Rip pig-seals.]
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she does come back after a beat with a jug of blood. is it pig's blood? hard to say, she doesn't say as much. it is clearly blood though, plopped onto the counter.] What will you trade for it? [she asks, and mob blinks. he keeps forgetting money isn't a thing.]
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They needed that juicy, juicy blood.
Sunny pulls off his backpack and goes through the items he has. Most of them were either important items he was given when he got here or things he didn't want to part with. However...
He pulls out a bottle of Orange Joe. It is basically a soda that combines orange and coffee flavors. Welcome to hell, ma'am. He places it on the counter.]
Is this enough?
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[his precious, definitely super valuable orange joe that he loves so much. the woman picks up the bottle with the appropriate amount of distrust for orange joe, turning it over before sighing.] Sure, kid.
[such a sacrifice....]
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It was worth it for the cats. Kel would understand.]
Thank you. [Success. Sunny picks up the well earned jug of blood and holds it out triumphantly. They had done it.]
Cat time. [Already walking towards the door.]
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mob follows though, cheered in his mild way at the thought of bat cats. he doesn't think of the last time he fed a stray. he thinks about whether batcats have bat fur or cat fur. what the difference was. ]
Thanks Sunny. [for getting them blood like a teen does, for coming with him.] I hope the bat cats will like it.
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