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[After the events of the previous week, the mature thing to do would have been to would have been to take the awkward stares and deliver his humble apologies like a man. Yet after spending a week steeped in the most negative emotions he'd indulged in even the darkest of fantasies, it was easier to keep to himself.

He'd been spending quite a bit of time along the southeastern banks of the river running outside the village, staying outdoors to avoid the all-encompassing yet entirely oppressive forgiveness that awaited him at home. He would make amends and pay his dues in time, but for now, there was still the matter of coping with what was within him that the experiment had tapped to affect his actions.

The man lying faceup on the riverbank would still be visibly bruised despite sharing living space with a mage proficient in the healing arts. He'd been grateful to have been pulled from the precipice of death, yes, but wished to let the tender achy muscles, dark bruises, and angry gashes heal on their own as penance. It was in this way that he watched the sky begin to darken, chronicling the sun's slow journey towards rest.]

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Sho Minamimoto.

[Aww that's no fun Cecil. You're putting a cockblock on Minamimoto's crazy :( But at least he can have his troll-time even if you're taking away from his crazy-time now. He does chuckle at least...]

What's your designation?

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[This Sho was almost personable when not focused on being irritating. Cecil stood to even the eye level between them.]
If you're asking my name, Sir Sho, I am called Cecil Harvey.

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Hnn. Interesting; x2 first name.

[And with that, Minamimoto smirks before waving at all the injuries]

Tree fall on you?

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Something of the sort. [Despite the man's eccentricities, he was beginning to seem rather genuine, really.] I wasn't quite myself this past week. A good friend was forced to beat the sense back into me.

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Hnn. So, then- this = lesson?

[And here, have a quick punch to the gut. Try to block if you like. It's all good]

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[Annnd BULLSEYE, found a stab wound! Despite his best efforts to be a Man and admit to no pain, Cecil grimaced. So his new friend was very eccentric. This was still okay. He would simply have to be more cautious around Sho in the future. As it was, he tried to make the best of it.]

I.. Suppose one could consider it that way.

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[Cecil... you are proving to be hilarious all kinda of fast. He smirks there, and then pauses as if thinking for a fraction of a second before...]

Some Old Horses Can Always Heart Their Owner Approaching

Your guard's pretty weak.

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I beg your pardon? [He frowned at what appeared to be a non sequitor; with Sho, Cecil was learning, it was a good idea to figure out what he was talking about. Still, there was the matter of having been called weak...]

My guard is generally not necessary among friends.

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[Oh yes, learning fast with Sho Minamimoto is always a good idea, because being too slow can result in pain, usually. Thus, it isn't too much of surprise there when that answer draws a chuckle and then a single comment of:]

Still so zetta slow.

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[Cecil gave him an indulgent, thin-lipped smile. Troublesome as Sho was, his mannerisms weren't very different from some of the children Cecil had encountered in his past.] Then please, Sir Sho. Bring me up to speed. I'd like to learn.

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[Aside from the fact he's probably as tall as Cecil ...Or taller. idk. Damn you lack of canon heights and everyone in TWEWY looking huge 'cus Neku's a midget EITHER WAY Pi-tan here smirks]

Lessons aren't available. It's up to radians to educate themselves.

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[There was height and then stature and Cecil's from a Japanese-enough-canon that his 5'8"-ness isn't all that impressive compared to most of the people here anyway and he's getting used to being a shorty] Alas. You certainly seem like you would be an effective teacher.

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Hnn. I don't have the patience.

[SHRUG]

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[Nor did Cecil have the patience to continue tolerating this for much longer, but alas here they were. Not that he had any intention of expressing this thought, of course.] Mm. I do suppose it would be quite a trying process.

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[Minamimoto can feel himself closing in on his objective... Must make Cecil lose his cool, something he decided the moment the guy didn't really react much to being kicked. Hmm... what do no next...]

Zetta duh. Binomials in this vector can't even master a z-level equation.

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[A pause. Overcoming the mysteries of Luceti's "indoor plumbing" was one thing. But this. This was not a language he understood. Rather than anger, though, his brow furrowed curiously, though he spoke with the caution of a person approaching a bear, since incomprehensible language was generally linked to violence with this one.]

I'm sorry, what was that?

[He genuinely did wish to understand the gibberish. That whole 'toilet' concept hadn't yet lost its charm.]

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The FACTORING HECTOPASCALS here have an IQ > 90.

[That one part was yelled, of course. With this pose]

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[Well. Cecil was so glad he'd gotten that clarified. It aaaallll made sense now. Talking to Sho was *exactly* like poking a bear. This was a frame of reference he could follow.]

I'm. Quite sorry you feel that way. [He wasn't sure what Sho was angry about, but he was certainly angry enough.] You seem... Frustrated.

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Hnn. Minor variables in the overall equation. Zetta lame one too.

...This is subtracting from my work time.

[...A pause, and then she smirks one more time before he teleports out of there. HE vanishes in a weird little shadowy blur thing. Bye Cecil. PFft]