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[ Right. This is the fallout of being more sociable because of blood magic throughout a month. People actually want to talk with him and meet with him again.

At least training is something he likes. Much more than the whole talk about his feelings thing. ]

I'm fine. [ Ish. ] My schedule isn't particularly packed. When are you available?

[not only that, she considers them friends! the horror! the terror! of having befriended probably the kindest but most determined being from her own galaxy!]

I'm glad to hear that. I know a lot of people were having trouble, shedding their skin like snakes! And I'm available in the morning after 7:00 am. I'm already up at 5:00, but that's for ballet. That's enough to get the blood going and ready.

[ This is his worst nightmare. This is what he gets for asking about communication, it brings all the friendly people to the yard. ]

Mm. I... heard. [ Aka he absolutely turned into a completely different person for a hot second and he would never like to think about it again. ] I'm usually down at the farther shores by then. I find the warmth of the sand to be helpful in this weather. You can join me when you're free, if you wish.

[whoo~~, sucks to be him! she's not letting him get away so easily! :D]

Indeed. And I do wish. I have backgrounds in jujitsu, krav maga, and lerdit, if it helps? The first is mostly about disabling an opponent, the latter two about killing them as quickly as possible.

So, how are you liking life here so far?

Given that they likely have different names in my world, we'll start off with a basic sparring session to get an idea of both of our fighting styles. We can expand from there after.

[ uuuuUUUUUGH. He's quiet for a good long moment, debating just saying everything was exactly as he expected and ending the conversation here. But he had asked for communication help for a reason.

You need this to not go crazy as fuck, Sasuke. Remember that. He sighs. ]

... I don't. This place altered who I was last month and now everyone thinks I care about their thoughts.

All right, that works just fine for me.

[the differences in worlds change a lot. so do differences in time. she misses the 31st century all over again, her husband and son all over again.

though she hasn't been sent home, not yet, she plans to make her mark on this one as much as possible.

also, crazy as fuck? bad idea. two enthusiastic thumbs down]

I see. Well, it's probably not going to be the last time this place messes with you. But trust me, it could be a Void of a lot worse than being extra-friendly. For starters, nobody got hurt.

[ Supposedly staying close to people will keep him from doing just that, but he's still skeptical. Mostly because he just doesn't want it to be true.

He snorts, though it sounds a little more bitter than amused. ]

I'm aware. But it gave them a false impression that I had no interest in giving. I've little interest in making friends.

[she saw the behavior of the Lost Legionnaires, including her own husband. she knows for a fact that having an extensive support network helps.

bitter. she can work with that]

Mmm. So you're going to be having a lot of these conversations in the future. Not easy. You're probably going to have to come up with a form answer for people who aren't me.

Tch. I was thinking just tossing this piece of junk into the ocean would be more efficient.

Nonsense. You know this place would simply give you a new one. Such things are inevitable, like the tides. Only more annoying.

The ocean's very large, it could handle multiple omnis being tossed into it.

[ It'll just end up being like the world's funniest version of Groundhog Day. ]

[she makes a show of considering it, tapping her finger against her lips while one of her kittens makes a go for it]

Shush, not now, Polly. [she gives the kitten a kiss and places her back at her feet who promptly rolls over on her back, kicking at her foot] And while I'm sure it could, it's in the nature of these places to be as as annoying and contrary as possible. You say you don't want your omni and toss it into the sea, you'll get fifteen in its place. It's like they're tailor-made to annoy us however possible.

[ He hates that he knows she's right. He huffs, closing his eyes. ]

What a useless city this is.

[it will save him a lot of time and trouble if he simply admitted that Tinya is right about everything]

It could be worse. It could be far worse. At least here, a person isn't shunned just because of a stupid societal tradition which had outlived its usefulness decades ago.

[ That would require him to be 200% less stubborn!! It's not in his nature, he's a Leo. ]

No matter how many times someone tells me something could be worse, I've never found it stops the current situation from feeling objectively terrible. Having experienced shunning, I think I'd take that over being manipulated into being something other than myself.

[Leo makes sense for him. as for her? "Fresh, alive, new and sensual, this is a Taurus with a potential to overcome any obstacle you can imagine."]

Does it count if the last place I went did both at the same time? Not to make this a metaphorical dick measuring contest, those are both useless and stupid.

But I know what it's like to not be myself for a decent length of time, then go back into my right mind and wondering what the fuck I did the previous week and if that's why everyone's looking at me weird. I'd rather go with shunning, too, but we're not always given a choice.

[ Two stubborn astrological rocks colliding. A perfect match. ]

Of course we aren't. Life's challenges are often things we never asked for. The point isn't about what we want, or that yes, it could be worse. The point is that in the end, the past being worse doesn't make the current pain more pleasant to endure.

If your aim is to be comforting or reassuring, you should try simply agreeing that this place... [ He's trying to find a word for it, one that isn't so colloquial, but honestly? Nothing sums it up better than: ] Sucks.

[pretty much. something about an unmovable object and an irresistible force colliding]

I'll gladly admit that. Now the question becomes what to do about it.

Sometimes there's nothing you can do.

[she shrugs] Sometimes. Maybe even most of the time. But there are things which can be done to alleviate the shitty, even just a little bit.

[ There's another snort, but this one sounds a little less bitter than the last few. ]

... You sound like someone from home.

[she can see that, but doesn't get overly smiley or perky-looking. handle with care, he needs to be labeled]

...I hope it's a good someone.

He's a stubborn idiot.

[ That doesn't answer the question, though, and he realizes it. So he lets out a small sigh. ]

But he's not so bad.

[ This is how everyone talks about their closest friend, right??? ]

[no judgement, her expression doesn't falter. she's been called worse. gene-trash, half-breed, a stain on her family's name] My, my!

[and at the rest of what he has to say, her smile grows a teeny bit bigger] "Not so bad." I'll take it.

[..ummmmmmmm. right?]

[ He's quiet for a second because that's exactly the sort of response Naruto would give, too. Son of a bitch. ]

...

I'll see you in the morning then.

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