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.]
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also what kind of cat is this
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they're called batcats i think. i really want to pet one but they stay up high.
they drink blood like bats.
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we should feed it some blood
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i think so too.
[but. well this is where things got tricky. their blood probably would work, but that makes him uneasy for a lot of reasons. animal blood though...]
do butchers sell blood?
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some people make soup from pig's blood
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[what a text.
that said he is absolutely just out and about find a butcher. this is fine. he won't get lost.]
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where is it?
i could meet you
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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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