catch-all: richie.

[purities]

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[purities]

[wait until the ic profiles or ask like a normal person, gosh.]

Hm. [still sounds awful, tbh.] And this is something that exists in the... future?

[gutterbound]

[Maybe i will!!!]

Sure does. Some of them, anyway. [He raises his brows and sighs with a mighty chagrin.] So far as I can tell, my reality doesn't square up with more than two people, tops. If even that.

[purities]

[dryly:]

Not many cat or fox people in your reality?

[gutterbound]

Fuck no.

Nothing fuzzy up your way either, I take it?

[purities]

Nor mages or demons.

[gutterbound]

Well how about that.

[Casually points his way with the smoke.]

Whereabouts are you from, anyway? I never got your name either.

[purities]

Japan. [succinct.] My name is Mizu.

[this would be the point where a nice and polite person would ask for his name in return!

however.]

[gutterbound]

[It's fine, i would not want to know Richie either.]

Oh, fuck. A place I've actually heard of, imagine that. I'm Rich. Rich Tozier.

I'm from America, but if I were a betting man, I'd say that might not yet exist in your day.

[purities]

[...]

Do you always talk like this?

[gutterbound]

[Ah.]

'Fraid so.

[purities]

I see. It's like you have a talent for saying one thing with thrice as many words as the average man.

[yapper.]

[gutterbound]

[is this what it feels like to be alli]

Nothing wrong with a little loquacity.

[purities]

[yeah. take your new crown, king.]

You must enjoy the sound of your own voice.

[gutterbound]

[Sobs as I reach for it]

What's not to love? It's made me a lot of money.

You let your sword do the talking instead, huh?

[purities]

[a little scoff when money comes up.]

Most men become a lot more agreeable when threatened with a sword.

[gutterbound]

And yet you'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

[What is that scoff...what is his damage]

Just what is it you need them to be agreeable to?