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What are you even talking about? Did confetti get in your brain too? [ ????

He's not waiting for an answer either way. There will be no elbow slamming but Kawase does grab the hand being used as leverage and starts to yank Tamamori towards the bathroom, making sure the door closes behind them. This is happening now please ignore the fact that he is quite possibly touching confetti infected hands. To the bathroom! ]

Edited 2022-05-30 03:36 (UTC)

I-I already told you, I came from the future, so it means all kinds of pasts too -- I think -- Kawase, you don't have to pull!

[Please, he told you this like almost right off. Not that Tamamori is particularly good at explaining it or keeping things straight (heh), even to himself; and it's harder when he's getting dragged along like a particularly discombobulated balloon.

Really, he should be perfectly composed in this situation. For once diplomacy has worked, because the alternative would have just been throwing confetti at Kawase until he capitulated, which is also not new. Instead he's off-balance in various ways, stumbling along a step behind.]

[ Blithely ignoring the protesting he will pull if he wants to! (And it's making him feel better.) ]

You can't seriously tell me that you got covered in confetti just like this before, can you? I would have thrown you out if we were actually in my home.

[Why can't Kawase ever make any sense, he finds himself lamenting as they stagger into the bathroom like some sort of three-legged, confused, half-day old mutant calf. But as always, he's a man of efficiency: why bother to resist or protest properly when the end goal is the same.

... The end goal is stripping, still, so he kind of feels like he got cheated somehow. But it's nothing new, in present company nor in the bathhouse. Tamamori finally takes his hand back once the tub is in sight, shedding more confetti as he starts shedding the rest of his layers.]

Not exactly the same. [mumbled into his shirt] There wasn't even anything in particular, so you were just being a tyrant over nothing? I think--

[He stops short of talking about the Irregulars Regiment. It's probably better not to get into how many people may or may not have broken into Kawase's house just now.]

I'm sure you did something, you always do. [ Kawase installs himself right in the bathroom doorway once they're separated, effectively moving from guarding one door to another. At least this is a private bathroom so this isn't even more awkward than it has to be.

...he's going to need to rid the entire bathroom of confetti after this, but at least it's isolated. ]

That's just blander, you're always doing that.

[

He means slander. Anywho, Tamamori glances back at the doorway and rolls his eyes both for show and with feeling, but he's pretty used to this bathroom now unlike his first time over at Kawase's overly fancy tub so he can go through the motions even while lampshading Kawase being a drama queen. To be fair, this might be fancier in some ways, but in other ways it's a lot more barebones than the type of bath he likes.

A warm bath is a warm bath, though, especially after that day! There is in fact confetti absolutely everywhere, and will be more in a minute once he starts up the shower spray (lukewarm, he's still not very good with the temperature adjustment for non-bath times); but!]

How long are you going to stand there this time? I'd offer to help clean it again, but I'd probably just get one piece of confetti in my hair and then have to take a bath all over again? [is this a joke or not at this point] Hmhmm.

[Time to do a scrub under the spray -- there's nothing to really sit on so he's just on the edge of the tub for this, I guess.]

[ Corrections will have to wait another day, as Kawase's too busy raking his eyes up and down Tamamori's everything as the confetti washes away. ]

Until you're done. If I don't watch you, you'll try to cheat. [ Again, huh? ]

...I'll clean it this time, then, along with your clothes. You'll have to wait like that until I'm done.

[Let's be real, at some point Tamamori probably falls off the edge into the bathtub because it's slippery. Very ridiculously, like a starfish losing its grip on the side of a tank. That said, he at least doesn't faceplant -- it's not the greatest washing experience in the world but again he's starting to get used to it... Man, that's a lot of confetti.

He shivers a little as he turns the shower spray away from himself and towards the confetti in the tub, washing some of it away and leaning down (CAREFULLY) to pick off the rest and yeet them out of the tub. Then he starts to run the real hot water. The important part; there's a sigh as he inhales the steam starting to rise and cover his ankles, scented soap drifting along the top.

He really should find some better-scented soap. It's the small luxuries.]

Why would I cheat on a bath? Bathtimes are sacred! And nothing like rivers!! [look, he's going to try and pre-empt their very stupid argument and probably make no sense] ... You can do the clothes while I'm soaking, right? I guess I should get some actual sleep clothes...

[Mumble, mumble, as he watches impatiently for the tub to fill and waves absently at the pile of clothes he left behind.]

Rivers? You would try to bathe in one, I'm surprised you haven't tried to use the fountain yet. [ He has no idea what this river talk is about but he catches the tone well enough to know he should hit back even as he's moving to very c-a-re-f-u-l-l-y pick up Tamamori's discarded layers. The only thing in the world he would hate more than confetti is glitter right now.

But yeah, he'll wash the clothes, it's not like he would be satisfied that all the confetti is gone if he didn't do it, anyway. ]

I'd take actual clothes over the stupid screwdriver you dreamt up. The only sleepwear they have at the store is plaid. [ He's probably making do with wearing the absolute simplest articles of clothing he can find from the gift store, a navy t-shirt and black slim fitting jogger pants on the days he's doing laundry (which is every other day, since he is himself and the fashion here sucks). ]

You should know that running water has been used by humans for bathing for thousands of years! Millions of years! A fountain is just a bigger bathtub-- [genuinely why is their repartee like this] --but ah. I don't think I want to deal with that fountain again for a while.

[He sure had A Time with that fountain the other day, even if he probably came out cleaner than the day he was born. His teeth and every orifice, too. ☆ There sure is some crouching confetti and hidden glitter nestled in the many folds of his usual outfit, since way too much effort was put into the big ol' placard.

At least it's not as much as everyone in the common room after a certain point probably had to deal with, though. Kawase is relieved of extra stabbing duties for the night.]

And it's the screwdriver we dreamt up, don't be so cold about it. It was almost a team effort. [was it or wasn't it; Tamamori isn't too bothered to be precise with his arguments at this point (or ever), since the water is high enough for him to slip in and he does so happily, almost up to his eyes] ... If you really wanted better clothes, you would have added that into the functions properly.

[That's after he finally comes up for air.]

Are you even listening to yourself? How would that even work? [ Stuffing the contaminated clothes into a plastic bag now, like they're radioactive waste. ]

I have absolutely no idea!

[He should not proclaim that so proudly, but Tamamori is indulging himself and basically becoming an onsen egg in the bath; he's relaxed enough not to be offended at Kawase treating his clothes this way (radioactive waste? really??), and he lets himself bob up a little bit to fold his arms against the edge of the bathtub and stick his tongue out.]

But that wasn't our job anyway. Our job was just to give ideas to the people who were going to build; so don't pretend you have any idea how the many devices and gadgets here work. There's a box that can heat food up instantly, some strange ramen-flavored substitute, and they're going to put together some kind of bag that's bigger on the inside and listens to you like a dog? Was that it? [that was not it] Hmhmm, maybe I should have had them add a soap function...

[Whether that means actually dispensing soap or blowing soap bubbles like an idiot is a mystery.]

Edited 2022-06-06 11:39 (UTC)

[ Tamamori don't you know sticking your tongue out is dangerous? There's a brief impulse that sparks across their connection, but Kawase is too far away to act on it. Probably for the better, since he wouldn't explain it anyway.

Back to this stupid argument they're having: ]

I don't trust any of it, there's always a catch one way or another. The dog in the bag sounds like a pain even if it doesn't make a mess like an actual dog.

[Why would he know this, you fakey mcfakerson germaphobe.

It's not like Tamamori even recognizes everything that crosses their minds, but he knows enough about Kawase to know that pretty much none of it is non-suspicious or wholesome or whatever. Well, as long as it's just a niggling notion on the backburner he can safely ignore it.

Probably.]

Haven't we heard a bunch of catches already? Besides... a robot dog doesn't sound all that bad, especially for you, you could probably-- [a blink, from where he's slid back into the tub to warm up and left his chin on the edge; he raises it a little, squinting through his extra-curly extra-messy bangs] --Hmm. I forgot you like dogs. I think.

Why do you think I like dogs? [ The mental leowoofing is loud here, but for good measure Kawase pokes his head back over into the bathroom with newly bundled (radioactive) bag in tow. ]

Nyaha...

[He lets that one slip without meaning to at Kawase's reactions -- both the visible and not-so-visible ones; sometimes this link is a huge pain in the ass and Tamamori is halfway to giving up on trying to control it, but sometimes, just sometimes, the feedback can be really entertaining. Doubly so since it's Kawase.

So Kawase peeking back in gets to see him with a stupid amused grin on his face.]

Ah, ahhh, didn't you used to raise one back in the day? A long time ago back in the countryside. I was always surprised you had an animal with your personality...

So maybe you'd be okay with all kinds of dogs, then?

Edited 2022-06-07 04:15 (UTC)

I'm surprised you remember. That dog was different, though. Animals are filthy and dirty just like people, though at least they have an excuse. [ Well, Kawase is more surprised that Tamamori has remembered all the parts of the past and not substituted his fantasies here and there. ]

And what are you laughing about? Or are you finally giving into your animal instincts since no one else laughs like that except you?

I've remembered a lot of things lately!

[There's no particular reason for him to be proud of this, but watch him puff up anyways. Sometimes the plot hits you with a 10x20 and even if your head is made of titanium it rattles a few things loose.]

Still can't say I understand you and animals and dogs, though. I've said it before, but you don't have to be an animal to sympathize with them! So, robot dogs are better after all? You don't have to keep 'em alive, you can just pour oil all over them to clean them... [that's not how maintenance works] And you can have them climb into your super advanced bag whenever you don't want to carry them around.

It's a pretty funny thing to picture, too...

[Is that why he was laughing? No. Is that why he's grinning to himself now? Maybe.]

Edited 2022-06-07 17:59 (UTC)

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