[ Obviously, she thinks, though that thought quickly falls by the wayside. A subtle chill runs down her spine for no reason in particular, and the voice in her head is suddenly very loud: be as vague as possible, and lie if you have to. ]
Do you happen to be familiar with upper class British fashion?
[ Specifically from the 19th century, but she actually doesn't think to specify. ]
[ She found it easier to just stick to what she knew, which means she wore her kimono the whole time, despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb for it. ]
He wore a cloak, too. Sometimes. [ Cloaks are dramatic, right? ]
[ That description checks out. It just feels strange to be discussing this sort of topic with him.
For a while, Susato is not sure how to continue, or whether he even wants to. She continues folding the tiny paper cranes she's been working on to place in her bottle charm for Kazuma, but then she finds herself picking up the quill again, asking what she'd been thinking about not long ago. ]
Being called Reaper also carries a rather dramatic effect. Did you choose the name for yourself?
[ So she noticed. Though she did not have much time to take in his outfit that night, she can certainly see what he was going for, particularly now that he's said as much. How . . . unsettling. ]
In that case, I can only promise that we will care for him to the best of our abilities. [ So we won't be requiring your services, thanks! ] Please feel free to come see for yourself... if you'd like.
[ Yikes. She feels a pang of regret immediately, but it's not like either of them would be able to stop him from seeing Jack, so perhaps this is for the best. ]
You and your family keep him alive, and you may call on my services once.
[So he decided to give her and her family one favour of him. It was the neighbourly thing to do, right? Also, he doubted she would want to use his services.]
Don't worry. I'll be the one making certain he doesn't sneak out too often.
[ What does that meaaaan? After their history with assassins, she really doesn't want to think about his services, or ever considering them. Still... she supposes she doesn't really know yet, what kind of patient Jack would be once he got a little more of his strength back, so the offer is vaguely threatening, but--well.
Christ, just say thanks, Susato. ]
Thank you, sir. [ Whatever "making sure" entails, she will quietly leave it at that. ]
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Do you happen to be familiar with upper class British fashion?
[ Specifically from the 19th century, but she actually doesn't think to specify. ]
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[After all, he and 76 were from the 25th Century.]
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[ She found it easier to just stick to what she knew, which means she wore her kimono the whole time, despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb for it. ]
He wore a cloak, too. Sometimes. [ Cloaks are dramatic, right? ]
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[Those had thankfully gone out of style where he was from. Those always seemed like a good way to be choked to death.]
Anything that flows has a dramatic effect.
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For a while, Susato is not sure how to continue, or whether he even wants to. She continues folding the tiny paper cranes she's been working on to place in her bottle charm for Kazuma, but then she finds herself picking up the quill again, asking what she'd been thinking about not long ago. ]
Being called Reaper also carries a rather dramatic effect. Did you choose the name for yourself?
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I did. My whole aesthetic is death from name to outfit.
[In that, he was being honest.]
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[ So she noticed. Though she did not have much time to take in his outfit that night, she can certainly see what he was going for, particularly now that he's said as much. How . . . unsettling. ]
In that case, I can only promise that we will care for him to the best of our abilities. [ So we won't be requiring your services, thanks! ] Please feel free to come see for yourself... if you'd like.
[ Yikes. She feels a pang of regret immediately, but it's not like either of them would be able to stop him from seeing Jack, so perhaps this is for the best. ]
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[So he decided to give her and her family one favour of him. It was the neighbourly thing to do, right? Also, he doubted she would want to use his services.]
Don't worry. I'll be the one making certain he doesn't sneak out too often.
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Christ, just say thanks, Susato. ]
Thank you, sir. [ Whatever "making sure" entails, she will quietly leave it at that. ]