T-chan gives Wolfwood a LOOK. How dare he be mocked... How dare Wolfwood attempt to apply shitty adult realism to his existence...]
I'm not surprised by how narrow-minded you are. [He says this in the most unbothered tone, though. Like he's used to it.] You really do make me think of the detective.
Tetsu-chan is a totetsu, and he is a carnivore. There is no greater pleasure to him than eating.
[D and T-chan are wandering around the selfie shop like it’s some kind of art gallery… The pain of dropping in from the 90s.
They are standing just inside of a room with a bunch of fake succulents and cacti and a backdrop of red-clay plateaus. There’s a rustic wooden gate prop. And some plastic lizards…? This is insulting to him.]
Well, I believe we’re a state over in Arizona, T-chan…
[Both of his brows RISE. He... slowly... looks at the decor. Western. He has never once looked good in any kind of outfit that'd befit this imagery. This is unfortunately canon.]
I see. I'm not sure T-chan and I... um, match... this decorum.
[Hmm.]
But perhaps you do, Mr. Wolfwood...? Being from a desert-like place and all.
[Puts Wolfwood at the cathedral because it's the funniest option.
This works out though because D comes in not at all like an Eldritch horror repelled by God and the holy ground. He seems a bit interested actually? He's looking around with his hands in front of himself.
But he does not say anything really out of respect for the godly echo of the place.]
[ The back-to-back pcs I just answered that are like 'i'm sorry to be one of the 2390420935 take me to church pcs you will have this week.' into this is sooo funny.
But yeah sure, Wolfwood can be in here, looking at Mother Peter like who the hell is this. He glances over at D when he enters, and he has no such revering respect for the silence, though he isn't too loud. ]
[We really collectively all forced Wolfwood to only go to the cathedral this week.
He looks surprised to see Wolfwood briefly. Maybe not in here necessarily, just in general. Languidly, he wanders over, still looking about. He glances at Mother Peter around Wolfwood and makes a bit of a confused face for a second before looking at Wolfwood.]
I was looking for Mr. Livio. He had been in here earlier today.
[He goes back to tilting his head to glance around the cathedral either as if things have changed, or perhaps he's re-experiencing the beauty of it again for the first time.]
No reason in particular. I just feel... as if I should be in his company.
[The maids and butlers all cheerfully greet him in unison with, "Welcome back, Master!" when he enters.
BACK. He bows at the shoulders to them.] Thank you, hello. A sweet black tea for me and Mr. Wolfwood, please. Maybe some macarons as well. [He moves over to sit across from Wolfwood, smoothing the changshan under him so it isn't wrinkled.]
It's been a while, Mr. Wolfwood.
anna this is what i mean anna. anna. im going to kill you anna. you did this and then you died anna
Sweet black tea and macarons, of course. [He looks both amused and playfully offended Wolfwood does not know why he is getting macarons in a maid cafe.] Sweet meringue cookies.
T-chan?
[Said in the way of him pretending to again be offended Wolfwood didn't remember T-chan's name.]
Did you miss him and want to see him? I left him in the pet shop here.
w0, friday
T-chan gives Wolfwood a LOOK. How dare he be mocked... How dare Wolfwood attempt to apply shitty adult realism to his existence...]
I'm not surprised by how narrow-minded you are. [He says this in the most unbothered tone, though. Like he's used to it.] You really do make me think of the detective.
Tetsu-chan is a totetsu, and he is a carnivore. There is no greater pleasure to him than eating.
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Well, excuse me. I didn't exactly go to school, and all my education was pretty much of the sanctified kind.
[ Really if anything, he should know less about things like evolution, but he has approximate knowledge of many things. ]
Sorry to disappoint, but I'm a priest, not a cop.
[ Feed Totetsu-chan some meatballs... ]
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On the contrary, Mr. Wolfwood, you do not need to attend any school to simply accept T-chan as he is, a half goat and half tiger who is a carnivore.
[T-chan will get all the meatballs.]
I'm sure as a priest, you are very familiar with accepting things wildly unbelievable on faith alone...?
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[ Raising a brow at him. But -- ]
Sorry, but my faith would be a lot more shaken if I hadn't already seen all kinds of proof with my own two eyes. So, yeah.
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Like supposedly being dead?
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[ For better or worse. Probably worse.
It's fine, he's so used to being surrounded by freaks. It's a problem. ]
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You’ve seen angels…?
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W0, Tues
They are standing just inside of a room with a bunch of fake succulents and cacti and a backdrop of red-clay plateaus. There’s a rustic wooden gate prop. And some plastic lizards…? This is insulting to him.]
Well, I believe we’re a state over in Arizona, T-chan…
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I can't tell if you look right at home, or really out of place, count.
[ What's up? ]
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D turns to Wolfwood, and T-chan huffs but it’s hard to tell if it’s a greeting or exasperation.]
Mr. Wolfwood. [His greeting.] This art gallery is very strange.
[He looks so out of place standing here in a beautifully ornate changshan.]
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You could do a fancied up photoshoot with T there.
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I see. I'm not sure T-chan and I... um, match... this decorum.
[Hmm.]
But perhaps you do, Mr. Wolfwood...? Being from a desert-like place and all.
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Not as sandy as I'm used to, but sure. It's not that different from what I usually see.
Doesn't that make it boring, though? This place is so that you can try looking like you're in different places... I think.
[ Photo studios exist... in his weird technological mire canon. ]
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This works out though because D comes in not at all like an Eldritch horror repelled by God and the holy ground. He seems a bit interested actually? He's looking around with his hands in front of himself.
But he does not say anything really out of respect for the godly echo of the place.]
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But yeah sure, Wolfwood can be in here, looking at Mother Peter like who the hell is this. He glances over at D when he enters, and he has no such revering respect for the silence, though he isn't too loud. ]
Hey, count. What brings you in here?
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He looks surprised to see Wolfwood briefly. Maybe not in here necessarily, just in general. Languidly, he wanders over, still looking about. He glances at Mother Peter around Wolfwood and makes a bit of a confused face for a second before looking at Wolfwood.]
I was looking for Mr. Livio. He had been in here earlier today.
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You can probably text him, he's gotten good about his phone lately.
Why're you lookin' for him?
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[He goes back to tilting his head to glance around the cathedral either as if things have changed, or perhaps he's re-experiencing the beauty of it again for the first time.]
No reason in particular. I just feel... as if I should be in his company.
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[ Oh no. He makes a face. ]
Really?
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w6, sun h-how... did we have 230 comments when i died w1..........hello
BACK. He bows at the shoulders to them.] Thank you, hello. A sweet black tea for me and Mr. Wolfwood, please. Maybe some macarons as well. [He moves over to sit across from Wolfwood, smoothing the changshan under him so it isn't wrinkled.]
It's been a while, Mr. Wolfwood.
anna this is what i mean anna. anna. im going to kill you anna. you did this and then you died anna
What'd you just order for me?
[ The macaron, not the black tea. This universe canonically has ceylon so he knows that one but macarons are rich people snacks. ]
Sure has. Where's your companion-pet-whatever's your favourite term?
LISTEN!!!!!!!
Sweet black tea and macarons, of course. [He looks both amused and playfully offended Wolfwood does not know why he is getting macarons in a maid cafe.] Sweet meringue cookies.
T-chan?
[Said in the way of him pretending to again be offended Wolfwood didn't remember T-chan's name.]
Did you miss him and want to see him? I left him in the pet shop here.
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I don't know what a meringue cookie is either... and yeah, no shit I mean him.
[ Unfortunately he just steamrolls D's mock offense. ]
He can do anything he wants. Just was more, uh, well, glad to know he showed up with you.
[ You know. Hope T-chan didn't get obliterated in the afterlife. ]
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[He folds his hands in his lap, smiling regardless.]
Your concern is very sweet, but yes, he showed up with me here. Me, T-chan, and Rin.
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You two talked it out or what?
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