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[selfconcept]

Congratulations! You survived the first week of Personal Enrichment Class! Or at least, your body did if you feel like astral projecting. It's time to mingle with your fellow students after the Saturday lesson. Maybe get revenge. Or maybe you're going to your room right away. Either way, it's free time! Let loose. Go wild.

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[teidaisei]

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. ]

[unsinksyourship]

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.]

[teidaisei]

[ 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.

[unsinksyourship]

[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.

[teidaisei]

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. ]

[unsinksyourship]

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?

[teidaisei]

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?

[unsinksyourship]

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.]