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[billionboy]

OH, SHIT, CAESAR-- [ The voice sounds panicked since he is accesses the telepathy first to get obviously Caesar's attention before -- ] FUCK -- shit -- rocks! Ah! That hur-- ow! How long is -- goddamn hill! Ack! Ow-ow-ow-- shitfuckass!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

...Oof.

[ Long pause, muffled. ] I tripped.

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[rebells]

I'm not bad, myself. It might be interesting to fight.

[billionboy]

Then! Don't expect me to go easy on ya when I get back!

Sprained wrist. Sprained ankle. I don't care. A few more bruises... why am I all bruised up? Well, I did roll all the way down a hill. But, don't think that yer going to get an easy fight!

[girasole]

Wait until you're healed before you pick fights, Okuyasu! And, if you're well enough to pick fights with other people through telepathy, then you can shout out loud and help me find you! Do you have any idea how many hills there are here? Huh? I've already searched two!

That said, you. [...some dude.] He could take you. If he hadn't sprained his...wrist as well as his ankle?

...I thought it was just your ankle. [THIS IS WHY HE WORRIES.]

[rebells]

Aren't you making assumptions? You don't even know how strong I am.

[He doesn't sound offended, though--more entertained.]

But it can wait until he's healed, I suppose.

[girasole]

[...] I have no reason to believe he can, really: I have no idea who you are, or what you're capable of. [This is known as the polite way of going, "Yeah, actually, he might get his ass kicked. Wouldn't be surprised if he did."] But when someone you know picks a fight with a stranger you still side with the person that you know...at least, when it's just talking over the...whatever you'd call this. [Telepathy thing.]

[rebells]

Hmm, would you? I think it would depend on the person.

[His way of saying there are he'd cheerfully root against in a heartbeat.]

In any case, it's good to meet you, albeit under . . . unusual circumstances. I'm Jay.

[girasole]

Caesar. Well, obviously, given what started all of this. [Namely, Okuyasu screaming for him.] And...actually, now you mention it, I do know what you mean by that.

[Those people that you'd root for in a heartbeat, that is.] But, I'm usually the one punching in those cases. But you're right. It does happen.

[rebells]

[He chuckles.]

Ah, but sometimes it's more entertaining to watch.

[girasole]

One of my...friends, back home. He is a friend, but also boorish, tiring, and doesn't know when to shut up. One of the most satisfying things I ever saw was when I introduced him to our teacher and she subsequently beat him up, culminating in her sticking a mask on him that dunked him into the water a few times...a long story.

It really was satisfying to watch.

[He feels.]

[rebells]

Ah, an idiot.

It's good to see fools getting their comeuppance.

[But that reminds him of his own idiot back home, and the situation he's in there--good thing this is telepathy, and no one can see his face.]

[girasole]

He is, indeed, an idiot. My idiot, but still an idiot. When I see him again I don't know if I'll punch him, hug him, both, or just tell everyone I can about him and let them decide his fate.

[...] ...probably punch him. [And yes, this is said with complete conviction and sincerity.]

[rebells]

[There's no response to that. Curious. Maybe he went off to do something else for a bit . . . . ]

[tropism]

"My idiot, but still an idiot." That's so lovely.

[ is he srs, ofc he is. why would you doubt his sincerity. ]

[billionboy]

[ Mmm! ] But this guy seriously pissed me off... so much I have only been thinking about thinking to this guy!

[ Uh. ] Everything kind of hurts. But maybe it's all bruises and I'm fine! I'm just lying here 'cause what if I'm not fine? [ Anyway. ] I'll start yelling.

[girasole]

[Enjoy a couple of minutes of eloquent and lucid, yet vulgar, swearing as Caesar realizes that he was walking in the wrong direction. This is like a couple of minutes of SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK PISS OFF ASS FUCKING SHIT HELL except chained together with a certain amount of poetic grace.]

[billionboy]

[ It sounds like a nice remix Caesar has going on. As Okuyasu yells: "I'm over here! I'm over here!" for a few minutes then gets bored of doing that and wondering about the wild-life? Eh, maybe. "I don't know what else to yell! Yelling in nature is kind of relaxing, ya know?" Little later. "My throat kind of hurts now, too! Ya gettin' closer?" ]

[rebells]

I wouldn't dream of it. Come find me when you're healed, then.

[billionboy]

I will!

What d'ya look like?!

[rebells]

You're looking for a dark-haired boy in his mid-teens, wearing purple. I can also be found in the purple shack farthest from the mansion in the evenings. Ask for Jay.

[billionboy]

I'm Okuyasu! You'll know me when ya see me beatin' on yer door!

[rebells]

I'll look forward to it.

[billionboy]

Oy! Yer not some weird masochist, are ya?

[rebells]

What an accusation.

Maybe I'm simply confident. Or maybe I enjoy fighting.

[billionboy]

Which is it?

[rebells]

Oh. I didn't realize I had to pick one.